Hello again sorry for my absence and neglect but I’ve been busy doing nothing. Well that isn’t entirely true I’ve had a few adventures and attended one or two very cool parties, I also admit to a bit of relapse of my marathon vow but for good reason…or at least I like to keep telling myself that.
Anyways since I last spoke to you I’ve been up to quite a bit. I made a return to Bangface which was pretty cool. It was one of the first nights there in a while where I hadn’t seen most of the line up: Drumcorps, Hecate, Krome & Thyme, and my absolute favourite Bong-Ra, and may I just say what a lovely amount of sheer violence and madness there was. Mosh pits all night, careless people leaving there beers for me to finish off, I was even at one point on the stage having a dance, kissing Bong-Ra and doing a bit of crowd surfing. There was even a ketted out bird who I managed to pull. It was a Bangface to remember and since it was also Sarah’s birthday we was guaranteed an after party also. Which itself was not to disappoint. It was a bit like a handful of Bangface’s finest people having a bit of a party, and since Bangface is the place where super friendly people, who know how to party, go to have fun, it was guaranteed to be an absolute winner. I don’t think I stopped laughing the whole time I was there. I did however have a bit of a pro-plus binge and start to be a bit moody and restless but I did manage to get a couple of hours of shut eye. I did however have a bit of a relapse as there was liquid going around and it was free. At first I wasn’t having the best of times. I hadn’t slept properly and was being really anti-social, I attempted at some kip with Lauren but just ended up being entertained by Sarah’s fantastically, trippy bedroom. I then had the greatest visual of my life, the kind where I’d love to have some artistic talent so I could draw it later. Although describing it won’t give it any justice just try and imagine an old school style, bald clown, doing a handstand on a skull, resting apples on his feet and spitting fire into my face with a torch. I pissed myself laughing for a few minutes, then decided to go downstairs and have a bit of a chat with everyone there. Looking back on it I’m really glad I did, as I had a right ol’ laugh with everyone there. By Sunday morning I concluded that was probably one of my best weekends in a long while.
After that fantastic debauched weekend it was half term, and just like every single half term before that where I haven’t had a job, it was a complete waster of time and I got nothing done, except get stoned, play football manager, argue with a bank and watch porn. However it was the weekend again that was to prevail overall. I went to Hidden for Terradisco. A night where several squat party sound systems got together to play a lovely bit of jungle, techno, breakcore and drum and bass, there was also some pretentious “industrial noise” as well but I kept well clear of that. It was pretty good, the highlight of the night was basically Remarc who played a cracking jungle set filled with classics, the fact it was pumping out of the mighty Disjunkt soundsytem was an added bonus. I did the entire night completely sober for once, until that was Pete invited me back to his flat for a bit of an after party, included in the party was Rich and Lee. I think now is a good time to point out that of all the wreckhead’s I have met, Lee, Rich and Pete are probably all in the top five, if not the top 3. So as you can imagine this was going to be my ultimate test. I passed out briefly but I awoke to find that their dealer had turned up and they had just shoved some DXM (Cracker Jack) under my nose. I didn’t see the point of turning back after that so I continued to take whatever they gave me, except however for the Mandy they had going around. I did however get to a chance to smoke DMT. Which to those of you who don’t know, is an incredibly strong hallucinogenic. Imagine all the intensity of a 12 hour acid trip condensed into about 10-15 minutes of wacky, realistic visuals and intensely bright colours. I didn’t get much of a hit out of what was left from the pipe but it did make the picture of the LEGO man on Pete’s wall walk out of the canvas and have a stroll about the room, another notable feature was his bathroom, which was completely white except for what seemed to be an extremely red shower curtain, similar to that of the little girls coat in Schindler’s list.
Despite the 2 horrible relapses over that week, I feel that my marathon training seems to be going pretty well. It is however just over 2 weeks away now, but I do have one slight problem with my knee, over the past few weeks it has been giving me a bit of jip and has only got worse, I should really take it easy a bit but I don’t want to lose my fitness levels, hopefully ill run it out and ill be fine. I will be absolutely devastated if I was to get injured this far into the game.
This weekend has all the making to be a classic, Braindrop on Friday and a possible trip to Bristol on the Saturday for a Wrong Music event; however it could all fall through due the money which I’ve been waiting for a while now probably wont clear and I may have a bit of work at the Carling Cup final on the Sunday but with all my dallying could of lost that as well. Will I make it? Tune in next week to find out.
Whilst on the subject of the birthplace of Skins, most of my readers will know that I think the programme is shit and I haven’t watched the last few series, although just before I thought I should update this blog I watched the most recent episode and I have to say I’m a bit angry that no one informed me that there is a lesbian storyline involving 2 fit jailbait tarts, one is half of two jailbait twins. Even if it is just for the eye candy and possible a few lesbian sex scenes, that could be tossing material and not for the poor story lines, acting, characters and unrealistic situations I may very well be watching a few more from this series. Even Doogle from Father Ted is in it so it can’t be all bad.
Well I think that’s about it really. Like I said before have a read next week to see how my weekend goes, could be a classic, could be an absolute disaster.
Anyway goodbye, god bless and thanks for having a glance.
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