I lost another decade somewhere. Don’t start. I know. I think I dropped it down by the trees, on the path back there. Somewhere.
It was mostly in one piece. It’s not as if I didn’t look after it, and left it lying on counters or in alleys being chewed by dogs or on its own to get home at 3am or anything like that.
Mostly in one piece, anyway. The far end was kind of warped and blackened round the edges, I think. I don’t remember too clearly what happened. Still sharp enough mind you, all along. I managed to polish it up pretty well later.
On Friday I met up with some people in London, including old school timers Mr C Cooper and Ms V de Voil. We toasted things and tumbled into Madame Jojo’s for some funk therapy. It was good fun.
On my actual birthday things started well but got pretty bad, in a mundane circumstances kind of way; in that dull direction.
In the morning I had new trainers and a David Lynch book and some nice words in cards. In the late evening I sat in a plane for 3 hours while a mumbling pilot tried to coax the engines into chewing air and pushing everyone forward. At one point he actually rebooted the plane because “it sometimes fixes these things”. A flood of confidence swept the cabin as we pitched into darkness and silence and nervous giggles were heard.
The flight was cancelled and ejected with no hotels, I slumped home again for 3 hours sleep. Then back out again to get the next morning flight. I am now going to bed : )
this friday
This Friday is on. You have to make your own way through to Glasgow. I suggest the 18.30 train from Edinburgh to Glasgow. Please note, I have arranged transport for 16, directly from the venue back to Stu’s house. I think it’s going to be memorable.
07-Mar-07 at 12:40 pm | Permalink
Hmm, have you ever thought of being a school trip leader? I think you might have missed your calling ; )
I think I’ve been to the Art Rock Disco at Madame Jojos.
29-May-07 at 1:07 pm | Permalink
My most embarrassing moment in life up until now was when aged twelve, I farted in English class loud enough for the teacher to stop in mid-sentence. I thought I should never recover from the shame…
Today I managed to top it. Today, I reported my car stolen, the police came round to the flat, took my statement, reassured me. My flatmates were suitably supportive, my boss equally so, workmates called and texted to express their sympathy when they found out… It was all going swimmingly, till the police rang again to say my car had been found on the street where I reported it stolen from. Turns out I never walked far enough up the road to find it.
For my upcoming 30th birthday, I’d like some new brain cells please, I seem to have lost a few in the last decade. Failing that, I think a blond wig would be suitable.