For the first time in a long time I refrained from hurting my brain last night. Spent an amusing few hours instead trashing through 2-player Dark Alliance with Mr Moseley and a single-digit supply of Hoegaardens.
A relatively sober walk home through Edinburgh at 2am is quite an experience. Absolutely everybody and their microskirted bint appears to be noisily, falling-over trashed and choking down dubiously-sauced kebabs. Wouldn’t catch me in that state. Not in a skirt anyway.
Today then a clear afternoon in blazing sun for a haircut and spending on apparel. Also some Boards of Canada, Postal Service, Explosions in the Sky and Jacko.
I think I may have mild sunstroke. I’m off to lie down.
02-May-04 at 5:53 pm | Permalink
Hoegaarden > Is totally yummy. A relatively new addition to my drinking menu. Mmmm.
microskirted bint > Haaaa ha.
Dubiously sauced kebabs > Sooo cosmopolitain. We make do with chips and cheese in Dundee
Blazing heat … Mild sunstroke > Only I could manage to get a suntan on one arm this week, due to sitting in one direction on a park bench in the sun, with my head in the books all day. I mean really, what a fucking airhead..
04-May-04 at 6:31 pm | Permalink
Lucky non-smashed Ahren. I spent my weekend spending all money, ever, on unwanted booze, freaking out and running around the commonwealth pool at 4 AM, having sunburnt arms, and being described as a ‘gay disco ladies man’, which is fine by me. Now, where did I leave my dignity…?
05-May-04 at 10:59 am | Permalink
> gay disco ladies man
a fine combination I’d say. not sure about lobster colouring contributing to your chances though.
05-May-04 at 1:03 pm | Permalink
Oh. come on! Both the boys and girls love a man who can tolerate pain (even the exquisite torture of sunburn). Right?
I was hoping someone would say ‘Man, your arms sure look hot’
But ’twas not to be.