Man, yesterday was awful. The hideous aftermath of a Sky-sponsored free bar at Berlin Bierhaus. On Thursday night we heartily supped Erdinger until my recollection slides from hazy into nothing. On Friday morning I emerged and made it as far as the Livingston train before I began to sober up and fear the wrath of my organs.
Sure enough, by the time I got to Livingston a dreadful Nausea had arrived, accompanied by its fellow apocalyptic riders Pounding Headache and Impending Assplosion.
Cue rest of day retching in appalling misery. Finally though I got my act together to meet up with P Moseley in the evening…
08-Aug-04 at 12:13 am | Permalink
Tonight I went to the friendly Glenrothes Wetherspoons, ‘The Golden Acorn’, for the first time in ages. It was hilarious. The bouncers now have metal detectors, and you need to be frisked before being allowed in. Apparently someone got stabbed a while ago. But not in the pub. Just somewhere in Glenrothes.
Fuck’s sake.
The staff kept coming up and asking if we were having a good night, referring to us as ‘lads’ in a patronising ‘what the hell are you doing in our pub, get back to Gayland’ sort of way.
We had one pint and left, back to my house, where I made my friend and his wee brother listen to ‘Sugar Sugar’ by The Archies, as I moaned about how stupid the concept of marriage is.
Not the best saturday night.
At least I will have no hangover. Or unplaceable feelings of guilt.
08-Aug-04 at 4:53 pm | Permalink
Do you ever fall in love with people you pass in the street? Random satellites who orbit your daily to-ing and fro-ing, and probably have no vague conception of your existance; but whom you find occupying your thoughts for hundreds of metres after they pass you?
I do that all the time.
08-Aug-04 at 7:08 pm | Permalink
God, yes. Especially during the festival. Heartbreak awaits around every corner.
08-Aug-04 at 9:11 pm | Permalink
I wouldn’t. Really, I wouldn’t stray from the path of righteous heterosexuality now i’m a good little reformed lesbian, but there’s this girl I pass every now and again who literally keeps me wide awake for nights afterwards. I don’t know her name; I don’t want to. But my good god in heaven, she is rapturously amazing.
Al is the way forward, though. He puts two fingers up at the competition. Despite his vile smelling flatulance.
08-Aug-04 at 9:33 pm | Permalink
‘what the hell are you doing in our pub, get back to Gayland’ > Dude, Glenrothes has a land of gay? Where exactly? I want a multimap reference.
Y’know Dane from Queer Eye uk, btw? I think he may well be the most beautiful man on the planet. Another tangent bearing no significance to the r00t. Sorry.
09-Aug-04 at 1:16 am | Permalink
Glenrotheses Gayland would be ‘Edinburgh’. Or ‘The Big City’ or ‘Anywhere that’s not Glenrothes’.
I am currently being frustrated by beautiful American girls on Friendster with immaculate hipster hair and the sort of American names you don’t actually think exist outside of Dawson’s Creek and the like.