Thursday I lost my job because I fucked up at work...but never mind and all that. So Thursday night I told my cousin to fuck off as I was not in the mood for football and instead went to Alfie's gig down at the Mucky Pup. I was skeptical that there would be enough room in there for a gig. But they put Alfie on the pool table which was covered with a sheet and thus made a makeshift "stage". He was the first act on out of 4 acts and they got worse as they went on (with the exception of Bernie, who came on right after Alfie and was absolutely brilliant, just as I imagine Alfie to be like in 20 years - you know, one of those musicians who is just music through and through. Anyway - I stayed in the Pup till way after closing time, they had a lock-in. I didn't get home till gone 4!! With not more than 10 quid in my wallet at any point during the evening that's quite a minor miracle!! Although I do remember Jude (The Barmaid) buying me a pint on the condition that I would get her a couple back the next time I was in.
On Friday I took Jenna out for some Tapas as it was her birthday. We originally had planned to go to Masala Zone but it was shut. I bought her Gok Wan's book "How to look good naked" as a birthday present and absent-mindedly bought her a card as well, forgetting that I had already bought her one and left it at home. We had some intersting cocktails in Cuba Libre - Jen had a Margherita which was mixed just right (It should taste slightly of petroleum) and I had one called a "Kruschev Heel" (containing Sloe gin, Southern Comfort, Vodka and Orange Juice). The girls had invited me out for a drink that night and I had already informed Billy who said he would be there. I then left for the Knight's Templar. However, when I arrived he was with John hammond...and Hugh Enright.
Hugh Enright is my enemy. He tried to get me fired twice before and has called me a thief on numerous occasions. I really can't stand the guy. Hammond was always alright with me before but in fact it was he, and not Enright, who started with me this night. When I whispered a Bernard Manning gag to Billy out of respect for Mr. Manning's passing, hammond thought I was talking about him and then accused me of "glaring" at him. I must just point out that I have never "glared" at anybody before, for I know not how. If my face appears that way, you'll have to blame my parents for "glaring" at each other whilst I was being conceived, and if I have inherited either of thier "glares" as my normal face then sue Charles Darwin for his natural selection theory. It all kicked off from there. I was so wound up afterwards I actually had to go and engage Caroline in a conversation. Billy came over and we all started talking about how long a guy should be expected to last in bed. Which was nice.
I had arranged to meet Alfie in the New Rose in Essex Road at about half 8, and from there we were going to go on the pull. I was literally so inundated with appointments that evening that it was a miracle I managed to keep them all. I had also arranged to meet LJ in the 12 Bar club later on that evening. So I planned to go and grab Alfie, have a quick pint and make our way there.
I got to the New Rose and looked everywhere for Alfie but couldn't find him, so I turned around to leave and saw him sitting at the bar. We had a quick pint there and then walked to the Camden Head. I had seen Bart (The Barman) on the night bus home the previous night, and said I would see him in there at some stage. But he wasn't there. So we drank up, got some chips and then the bus to the 12 Bar, on which we talked to two very nice Asian girls who were drinking whisky.
Got to the 12 Bar to find LJ being chatted up by some random. I said hello (eventually) and introduced her to Alfie. Don't ask me why but I got the impression she was more into Alfie than me. So I took Alfie to one side and told him if he fancied her to go for it, although looking back that was probably not a very wise move. We then went on to the Intrepid Fox - me, Alfie, LJ and her friend Stephen, who is a geography teacher. We had a few there and did a few Mighty Boosh quotes. (LJ is a big fan of the "Old Greg" Episode, so we talked a lot about Man-ginas.) Then I crashed at Alfie's and had the worst hangover I ever had in the morning.
Alfie went out and came back while I was still asleep. I woke up about quarter past two, and then we went to Angel, had some greasy chinese and a very nice juice cocktail, then I went home to briefly play some retro games and then get ready in time for Jenna's birthday celebrations down at Masala Zone. I had arranged to meet Alfie at the two white crosses. I was late but still the first one there. It was a lovely meal; myself, Alfie and all four members of ToxicSlut attended and we had a great time. Then Me and Alfie left to get Jen a joke birthday present: Two bags of flour - from the Red Dwarf episode where Lister gets two bags of flour for Kochanski (Flour, Flowers).
We went to the Albion. It was very packed but we had a GREAT turnout. When we arrived Ross was waiting at the door. We went in and the others arrived one by one. Jen herself, Lee, Jo, Spanky, Amanda, Anne-Marie, Kevin, Sam, My folks, Yvonne... and it was a decent night. Although I got harangued by a mad middle-aged woman who was shocked that I had not seen Spinal Tap and then made it her duty to give me a lecture about that fact. So I lumbered her with Alfie and went back inside. The others planned to go to Club de Fromage but myself and Alfie had already decided against it as we had had heavy ones for the past two nights. Ross also said he was skint, and would not be going. I invited him to the Mucky Pup for a nightcap with me and Alfie when the Albion closed, but he vanished. On the way there, Alfie changed his mind and decided to go to the Fromage. I was against it but decided I would tag along. But on the way Wes phoned Alfie and said he was outside Borders with his fiancee. We have all been looking forward to meeting her for ages now. So we met up with them and took them to the Mucky Pup with us. Mattanja is a very nice lady, and I hope that her and Wesley will be very happy together as they seem to be now. We got to the Mucky Pup and found some more Fromage desertees in the form of Anne-Marie, Kevin and Sam already there. Wes and Myself challenged some jocks (Not the scottish type) to a game of pool and they were killing us before we ALMOST made one of Me and Wes's legendary comebacks on the pool table (I will be posting some of my very old blogs soon and you can read therein how Me and Wes came from Seven balls down to winning the game against two guys called Guy and Bart (The Hospital People).) But it was not to be. However, a good night it was to be. I again stayed at Alfie's and woke up to find him not there as he had gone to a classic car show. So i took the liberty of decorating his house with post-it notes, and went home for a boring boring Sunday. (By the way, on the way home I had no way of knowing the time as my phone had long since died, and I had been hoping to find somewhere I could buy Saw 3 on DVD. However when I went past Woolworths and Tesco's on the bus I found them closed. As I had no record of the time I thought it was a rainy sunday afternoon. However when I got home I discovered it to be quarter past nine in the morning!! No wonder nothing was open. So i nipped out later, got Saw 3, watched it, was nearly sick several times, then got drunk and fell asleep.)
*Phew*!!
Monday, June 25, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Raisin's Revenge
I went to see the fabulous Richard Herring last night. He was playing a gig at the New Globe just next to the green bridge in Mile End, which was basically a dummy run for his Edinburgh Festival set. (The gig, not the bridge.) It was as good as it promised to be and I was very entertained. However, I cannot remember a lot of the things he said although he did do the fight scene in which he tells the story of how he was in a very comical fight outside a Liverpool bar. (Which you can find posted on his blog - I'll post the link here soon). He was supported by three acts which got better and better as the night went on. Fergal, a guy who works at the same place as me, turned up, proving once again what a small world it is. I chatted to him and his mates from Sheffield for a bit before the show. Fergal seems like a cool dude. He had informed me earlier in the day that he was going to the gig and he had also been to the same venue a week previously to watch Stewart Lee.
After the show I got a chance to speak to Richard himself, and I gave him my feedback by telling him that I enjoyed his set immensely. Unable to find a way to strike up a conversation, I told him that I was thinking of starting out as a stand-up and asked his advice. (There is some truth in it - i wouldn't mind giving it a go, but i did make it out to be more of an ambition than it actually is.) Still- he very kindly gave me some advice; basically along the lines of "Write some good stuff and just go for it" and touched upon when he was starting out doing stand up and how he hated it but then later realised that it was the thing that makes you as a comedian. The second act who had been on, a guy called Toby something, was more helpful as he had not been on the circuit for too long and was sort of starting out himself. He told me about dealing with stage fright and explained the stories behind some of his material. Maybe I will try to write some. But I think Mr. Herring's job is safe.
On Saturday afternoon I went out to the west end to buy a few bits. I bought myself two t-shirts, one Pantera and one System of a Down, and a spiked bracelet which I think goes with my outfit nicely. WHilst browsing through Madhouse on Oxford Street I saw a T-Shirt which said "I haven't got Tourettes, you're just a cunt". I immediately thought of Dean and was feeling a little generous so I thought I'd buy it for him. I had a frappucino, then walked around for a while and then got the tube home.
As I entered the tube I was feeling a bit thirsty so I bought a red bull from the vendor next to Tottenham Court Road tube. That was a mistake. Frappucino and Red Bull apparently do not mix. I got home, got ready to go out and suddenly felt extremely woozy and light headed. In fact I thought I was going to be sick a few times. Me and Dean got to the Camden Head and met Alfie, then we went around the corner to a pub near Will's house called the Crown, to meet with Will and Jenna who were eating olives like a couple of sophisticated people. I felt out of place in my metal garb and sure enough, I got asked for ID by the barman who was younger than me, who had a look in his eye that made me feel about as welcome as a copy of Zoo in a convent. They also apparently did not have any guinness, so I asked the rest of the guys if they wouldn't mind going elsewhere as I felt a bit funny and didn't think I could stomach anything other than Guinness. (I hope I wasn't to much of a pain) but the place we went to, the Albion, is a very nice little pub indeed. Very respectable and in a little corner of Barnsbury that not many people frequent, and as a result it is very quiet. In fact if you close your eyes you might think that you were out in the country somewhere. I could not believe that I got in without the slightest air of suspicion from either of the two sturdy looking bouncers (Perhaps they thought I was in a band or something - apparently you do get quite a few celebrities frequenting the Albion; just the other week Will got stared at in there by Jonny Lee Miller.)
I was highly impressed with the bar staff's flaring ability. I was less impressed with my new nickname. Will and Dean were having a discussion and Will said that Dean needed a nickname. Someone suggested "Big D" and the new nickname was born. It suits him and he seemed content with it. Then I opened my big mouth and said "How come I don't get a nickname!" Which sparked a bit of a discussion during which somebody suggested "Raisin" as a take on "Raven". I'm sorry to say that it stuck. I am now known as a dried fruit that i hate. I don't just disike raisins, i actually really hate them. I don't just pick them out of pastries, I squash them as if they are little bugs. Which they are just about as welcome as in any pastry I might choose. But it sparked a bit of an identity crisis for me and that coupled with the fact that I was still suffering from a red bull and iced coffee overdose put a bit of a downer on the rest of the night. (For me anyway.)
It was still fun though, we went from there to the Mucky Pup where Jen fell in love with a postcard of a puppy standing on the pool table trying to go down one of the pockets. Somebody informed us that the dog in question was a regular and got it's name "Pocket" from doing just that. Perhaps I should have done something similar when the guys had been choosing my nickname earlier. I'd rather be known as "Pocket" than "Raisin" anyhow. (I'd probably rather be known as "Scummy Girl's Blouse" than Raisin.) Even Angus the guvnor joined in on the act, calling me "Raisin". I will have my revenge. Perhaps I will incite an army of sultanas to shrivel everyone to a shrivelled shrivel before shrivelling on to take over the world. Or maybe I'll just think of equally bad nicknames for everyone.
After the show I got a chance to speak to Richard himself, and I gave him my feedback by telling him that I enjoyed his set immensely. Unable to find a way to strike up a conversation, I told him that I was thinking of starting out as a stand-up and asked his advice. (There is some truth in it - i wouldn't mind giving it a go, but i did make it out to be more of an ambition than it actually is.) Still- he very kindly gave me some advice; basically along the lines of "Write some good stuff and just go for it" and touched upon when he was starting out doing stand up and how he hated it but then later realised that it was the thing that makes you as a comedian. The second act who had been on, a guy called Toby something, was more helpful as he had not been on the circuit for too long and was sort of starting out himself. He told me about dealing with stage fright and explained the stories behind some of his material. Maybe I will try to write some. But I think Mr. Herring's job is safe.
On Saturday afternoon I went out to the west end to buy a few bits. I bought myself two t-shirts, one Pantera and one System of a Down, and a spiked bracelet which I think goes with my outfit nicely. WHilst browsing through Madhouse on Oxford Street I saw a T-Shirt which said "I haven't got Tourettes, you're just a cunt". I immediately thought of Dean and was feeling a little generous so I thought I'd buy it for him. I had a frappucino, then walked around for a while and then got the tube home.
As I entered the tube I was feeling a bit thirsty so I bought a red bull from the vendor next to Tottenham Court Road tube. That was a mistake. Frappucino and Red Bull apparently do not mix. I got home, got ready to go out and suddenly felt extremely woozy and light headed. In fact I thought I was going to be sick a few times. Me and Dean got to the Camden Head and met Alfie, then we went around the corner to a pub near Will's house called the Crown, to meet with Will and Jenna who were eating olives like a couple of sophisticated people. I felt out of place in my metal garb and sure enough, I got asked for ID by the barman who was younger than me, who had a look in his eye that made me feel about as welcome as a copy of Zoo in a convent. They also apparently did not have any guinness, so I asked the rest of the guys if they wouldn't mind going elsewhere as I felt a bit funny and didn't think I could stomach anything other than Guinness. (I hope I wasn't to much of a pain) but the place we went to, the Albion, is a very nice little pub indeed. Very respectable and in a little corner of Barnsbury that not many people frequent, and as a result it is very quiet. In fact if you close your eyes you might think that you were out in the country somewhere. I could not believe that I got in without the slightest air of suspicion from either of the two sturdy looking bouncers (Perhaps they thought I was in a band or something - apparently you do get quite a few celebrities frequenting the Albion; just the other week Will got stared at in there by Jonny Lee Miller.)
I was highly impressed with the bar staff's flaring ability. I was less impressed with my new nickname. Will and Dean were having a discussion and Will said that Dean needed a nickname. Someone suggested "Big D" and the new nickname was born. It suits him and he seemed content with it. Then I opened my big mouth and said "How come I don't get a nickname!" Which sparked a bit of a discussion during which somebody suggested "Raisin" as a take on "Raven". I'm sorry to say that it stuck. I am now known as a dried fruit that i hate. I don't just disike raisins, i actually really hate them. I don't just pick them out of pastries, I squash them as if they are little bugs. Which they are just about as welcome as in any pastry I might choose. But it sparked a bit of an identity crisis for me and that coupled with the fact that I was still suffering from a red bull and iced coffee overdose put a bit of a downer on the rest of the night. (For me anyway.)
It was still fun though, we went from there to the Mucky Pup where Jen fell in love with a postcard of a puppy standing on the pool table trying to go down one of the pockets. Somebody informed us that the dog in question was a regular and got it's name "Pocket" from doing just that. Perhaps I should have done something similar when the guys had been choosing my nickname earlier. I'd rather be known as "Pocket" than "Raisin" anyhow. (I'd probably rather be known as "Scummy Girl's Blouse" than Raisin.) Even Angus the guvnor joined in on the act, calling me "Raisin". I will have my revenge. Perhaps I will incite an army of sultanas to shrivel everyone to a shrivelled shrivel before shrivelling on to take over the world. Or maybe I'll just think of equally bad nicknames for everyone.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
The Tale of Billy and Mandy
I went to the Knight's Templar after work to meet up with John Hall, Billy Bracegirdle and Sylvester. John Hall's mum was in hospital and he was feeling a bit down so I said i'd go and have a few drinks with him. I had spoken to Billy around lunchtime and he told me he had changed his mind and was going home after work, but when I got to the pub I found him sitting there on his own with two pints. I told him i'd be back in a minute and went to meet John Hall outside Carey Street. He was not there so i went into the high court, down to the main entrance and asked Peter Vale on the front if he had seen John, and it turned out i just missed him. I ran around the building and cut up bell yard and caught up with him and then we joined Will in the pub.
Sylvester came down about 10 minutes afterwards. It was good to see him. John had planned to take Sylvester to the Griffin (A strip joint) for the first time. Yvonne (Billy's Ex) came in and Billy had to move seats so she would not be in his eyeline. They broke up about four months ago and i know that Billy is still quite hurt. He explained that he just didn't want to see any guys talking to Yvonne because he might lose his temper. I suppose that's understandable but I did explain to him that Yvonne has more respect for him than that. I was still undecided as to what I would do afterwards. John invited me along to the Griffin with him and Sylvester, but i declined the invitation as it's not really my kind of thing. (Don't get me wrong, i have nothing against looking at naked women, but i don't like the sleazy connotation or the clientele who frequent the griffin.) I was hoping to go to the 12 bar club for LJ's gig but Will pulled out during the week and i didn't like the idea of going on my own. I had been speaking to my friend Amanda and suggested going for a drink with her, which she seemed up for. I told her I would meet her at Camden tube at 8. I was working on Billy to get him to come with us. John suggested going to the Penderel's Oak for a quick one as it was on the way to both Holborn tube and the Griffin. I recited the story of how we went there last week and they would not serve Robert, and how I was boycotting the place, but I'm ashamed to say that 10 minutes later I was in the Penderel's Oak. :-(
We only stayed for one because John didn't like the new layout. He said it was too "clubby". So we left the old perverts to the Griffin and Billy decided to tag along with me and come to meet Amanda. I was dreading the two of them meeting particularly if Billy was a lot more drunk than he let on and would be misbehaving. (Billy in a nutshell: He's got a heart of gold but he's a very pessimistic person a bit like I used to be. He appears to always be depressed but I get the impression that he is either just seeking attention or basically enjoys feeling like that. When he gets drunk he becomes a bit hyper like that tourettes guy who won big brother, but without the swearing.) But it actually went really well!! I haven't seen Amanda for ages - I started speaking to her online and we decided to go for a mexican. That was four years ago. We speak online often but haven't seen each other since. Just recently I get the impression that she was a bit down as she had a lot of things going on especially a bit of bloke trouble and the fact that she had realised that she was different from her peers. So I suggested giving her a change of scenery and that she should come out with us. However, Billy was not the introduction I had in mind.
It actually went okay. Billy was behaving himself and started to liven up a bit. When we got to Quinns I got a round in and went back to join this unlikely threesome. They were already chatting away. They seemed to get on like a house on fire! They compared IPods and discovered they had very similar tastes in music. Mandy's collection featured all the "modern" bands that everyone is listening to but i can't stand (Franz Ferdinand, The Killers, Kaiser Chiefs, etc) and Billy's was more or less the same but more geared towards my tastes. (My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy and even a bit of Killswitch Engage.) However, they found a lot of similarities. At some points in the evening they had forgotten I was even there and I had to resort to watching "Britain's Got Talent" on the telly and seeing the unbelievably charming and extremely talented Bessie Curzons get through to the final. I couldn't get a word in edgeways!!
We then went to the Elephant's Head just around the corner. The place had a teddy boy feel to it and was playing all that fifties music that brought to mind images of combs with flick knives in them and guys driving cadillacs on the "Wrong side of the Tracks". There were some Hungarian 50's throwbacks in there with great tattoos. Mandy had to push off as she was getting up for work early the next day, and her mum came and picked her up. I walked her to the car then went back to join Billy and have one for the road. He started to get a little down from this point onwards, and became paranoid because he thought we were in a gay pub. (He needs to work on these insecurities, they will be his downfall). I assured him that if it was a gay pub i didn't know, and then ushered him in the direction of the tube, stopping to get a delicious steak sandwich on the way, and then caught the last train home.
This morning I was woken up by bible bashers. The dicks. They tried to give me a leaflet with a picture of a girl stroking a lion on the front. There was something wrong about the whole thing. I asked why doesn't god get rid of all the chavs. They didn't know. They then tried to talk to me about jesus but I threatened them with a slap and they left. I have just recieved the following text from Billy:
"I no i sound like im a wanker but when ya see amanda next can ya ask if i can have her number. Even as mates. Thanx for tonite my friend."
I wonder...
Sylvester came down about 10 minutes afterwards. It was good to see him. John had planned to take Sylvester to the Griffin (A strip joint) for the first time. Yvonne (Billy's Ex) came in and Billy had to move seats so she would not be in his eyeline. They broke up about four months ago and i know that Billy is still quite hurt. He explained that he just didn't want to see any guys talking to Yvonne because he might lose his temper. I suppose that's understandable but I did explain to him that Yvonne has more respect for him than that. I was still undecided as to what I would do afterwards. John invited me along to the Griffin with him and Sylvester, but i declined the invitation as it's not really my kind of thing. (Don't get me wrong, i have nothing against looking at naked women, but i don't like the sleazy connotation or the clientele who frequent the griffin.) I was hoping to go to the 12 bar club for LJ's gig but Will pulled out during the week and i didn't like the idea of going on my own. I had been speaking to my friend Amanda and suggested going for a drink with her, which she seemed up for. I told her I would meet her at Camden tube at 8. I was working on Billy to get him to come with us. John suggested going to the Penderel's Oak for a quick one as it was on the way to both Holborn tube and the Griffin. I recited the story of how we went there last week and they would not serve Robert, and how I was boycotting the place, but I'm ashamed to say that 10 minutes later I was in the Penderel's Oak. :-(
We only stayed for one because John didn't like the new layout. He said it was too "clubby". So we left the old perverts to the Griffin and Billy decided to tag along with me and come to meet Amanda. I was dreading the two of them meeting particularly if Billy was a lot more drunk than he let on and would be misbehaving. (Billy in a nutshell: He's got a heart of gold but he's a very pessimistic person a bit like I used to be. He appears to always be depressed but I get the impression that he is either just seeking attention or basically enjoys feeling like that. When he gets drunk he becomes a bit hyper like that tourettes guy who won big brother, but without the swearing.) But it actually went really well!! I haven't seen Amanda for ages - I started speaking to her online and we decided to go for a mexican. That was four years ago. We speak online often but haven't seen each other since. Just recently I get the impression that she was a bit down as she had a lot of things going on especially a bit of bloke trouble and the fact that she had realised that she was different from her peers. So I suggested giving her a change of scenery and that she should come out with us. However, Billy was not the introduction I had in mind.
It actually went okay. Billy was behaving himself and started to liven up a bit. When we got to Quinns I got a round in and went back to join this unlikely threesome. They were already chatting away. They seemed to get on like a house on fire! They compared IPods and discovered they had very similar tastes in music. Mandy's collection featured all the "modern" bands that everyone is listening to but i can't stand (Franz Ferdinand, The Killers, Kaiser Chiefs, etc) and Billy's was more or less the same but more geared towards my tastes. (My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy and even a bit of Killswitch Engage.) However, they found a lot of similarities. At some points in the evening they had forgotten I was even there and I had to resort to watching "Britain's Got Talent" on the telly and seeing the unbelievably charming and extremely talented Bessie Curzons get through to the final. I couldn't get a word in edgeways!!
We then went to the Elephant's Head just around the corner. The place had a teddy boy feel to it and was playing all that fifties music that brought to mind images of combs with flick knives in them and guys driving cadillacs on the "Wrong side of the Tracks". There were some Hungarian 50's throwbacks in there with great tattoos. Mandy had to push off as she was getting up for work early the next day, and her mum came and picked her up. I walked her to the car then went back to join Billy and have one for the road. He started to get a little down from this point onwards, and became paranoid because he thought we were in a gay pub. (He needs to work on these insecurities, they will be his downfall). I assured him that if it was a gay pub i didn't know, and then ushered him in the direction of the tube, stopping to get a delicious steak sandwich on the way, and then caught the last train home.
This morning I was woken up by bible bashers. The dicks. They tried to give me a leaflet with a picture of a girl stroking a lion on the front. There was something wrong about the whole thing. I asked why doesn't god get rid of all the chavs. They didn't know. They then tried to talk to me about jesus but I threatened them with a slap and they left. I have just recieved the following text from Billy:
"I no i sound like im a wanker but when ya see amanda next can ya ask if i can have her number. Even as mates. Thanx for tonite my friend."
I wonder...
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Ringmuskels
Met up with the Swedes again last night. Mikael rang me and asked if i want to meet him in the Penderel's Oak. So i grabbed Dean and took the tube down to Chancery Lane.
As we got there, Robert was waiting on the door with a guy called Gareth who I hadn't met. He turned out to be from York but partly Welsh. Mikael soon made his appearance and it turned out we had a bit of a situation - Robert was not being allowed in. Apparently the barman downstairs refused to believe he was over 18 (Despite him actually being 26 and having laughter lines) and asked him to leave as he did not have any ID on him. We went in downstairs but they would not serve any of us because they thought we would solicit alcohol to a minor (i.e. Robert). Kristof and his girlfriend were in there - we said hi to them and then Robert asked to speak to the manager, a big butch woman who would not have looked out of place in a concentration camp. Eventually we realised that they obviously did not want our custom and thought "Fuck this" and decided to go on a pub crawl instead. I won't be returning there any time soon.
We walked to the Intrepid Fox. Along the way Gareth learned the Swedish word for Sphincter (Ringmuskel, apparently) and repeated it 89 times throughout the evening. We had one in the Intrepid Fox and then moved on to the Royal George and another pub but deciding not to stop in either, and eventually ending up in the Marquess of Granby at the convergence of Charing Cross Road and Shaftesbury Avenue. Gareth is a top guy - we told a few jokes and things and wound up Mikael by calling him a Ringmuskel all evening. Then Gareth decided he wanted to chat up a nearby blond. We had seen four guys already try and fail, but Gareth seemed to crack it. The last bell then went and the pub chucked us out, and we went our separate ways. Gareth went off with the blond and her friend, Mikael and Robert went to meet a friend of thiers who had just arrived from Sweden, and Me and Dean went back to the Intrepid Fox.
I met a girl in there who was a DJ called LJ. She was gorgeous!! She informed me that she was playing a set soon at the 12 bar club i think; by this point I was slightly blitzed. I had a drink with her and her two friends whose names i can't remember but they seemed a laugh - and LJ gave me her card with the link to her MySpace (www.myspace.com/ljaym). I was able to steal a quick peck off of her before me and Dean hit the road. We got some grub from the Syrian kebab house opposite the Light Bar in Liverpool Street and headed for home. Looks like i'll be down the 12 bar club on the 15th!!
My folks are away to Newbury races today. They are staying the night which means I have the house to myself all day. I wonder how much havoc I can cause in 24 hours?
As we got there, Robert was waiting on the door with a guy called Gareth who I hadn't met. He turned out to be from York but partly Welsh. Mikael soon made his appearance and it turned out we had a bit of a situation - Robert was not being allowed in. Apparently the barman downstairs refused to believe he was over 18 (Despite him actually being 26 and having laughter lines) and asked him to leave as he did not have any ID on him. We went in downstairs but they would not serve any of us because they thought we would solicit alcohol to a minor (i.e. Robert). Kristof and his girlfriend were in there - we said hi to them and then Robert asked to speak to the manager, a big butch woman who would not have looked out of place in a concentration camp. Eventually we realised that they obviously did not want our custom and thought "Fuck this" and decided to go on a pub crawl instead. I won't be returning there any time soon.
We walked to the Intrepid Fox. Along the way Gareth learned the Swedish word for Sphincter (Ringmuskel, apparently) and repeated it 89 times throughout the evening. We had one in the Intrepid Fox and then moved on to the Royal George and another pub but deciding not to stop in either, and eventually ending up in the Marquess of Granby at the convergence of Charing Cross Road and Shaftesbury Avenue. Gareth is a top guy - we told a few jokes and things and wound up Mikael by calling him a Ringmuskel all evening. Then Gareth decided he wanted to chat up a nearby blond. We had seen four guys already try and fail, but Gareth seemed to crack it. The last bell then went and the pub chucked us out, and we went our separate ways. Gareth went off with the blond and her friend, Mikael and Robert went to meet a friend of thiers who had just arrived from Sweden, and Me and Dean went back to the Intrepid Fox.
I met a girl in there who was a DJ called LJ. She was gorgeous!! She informed me that she was playing a set soon at the 12 bar club i think; by this point I was slightly blitzed. I had a drink with her and her two friends whose names i can't remember but they seemed a laugh - and LJ gave me her card with the link to her MySpace (www.myspace.com/ljaym). I was able to steal a quick peck off of her before me and Dean hit the road. We got some grub from the Syrian kebab house opposite the Light Bar in Liverpool Street and headed for home. Looks like i'll be down the 12 bar club on the 15th!!
My folks are away to Newbury races today. They are staying the night which means I have the house to myself all day. I wonder how much havoc I can cause in 24 hours?
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Sweden Sour
It is Sunday and I am sitting in my house after just losing 8-5 to Dean at pool. He was winning 7-1 at one point, so I'd say i was able to salvage some pride at least. My mum and stepdad have gone to visit my stepdad's sister who has just moved house. So I am in the house all on my own.
I got a text in the week from the girls i used to work with, saying that they were going out on Friday and inviting me to come along. I decided to go as I had nothing else planned. So i got the tube over to Temple and walked the short distance to the Knight's Templar just behind the High Court. I arrived a bit early as the girls were not there, so I decided to walk up Carey Street and see if I would see them on thier way out. As I did I ran into John Hall, John Hughes and Richard Bracegirdle. Apparently Alex (Another of the RCJ security guards) was leaving that day and they were supposed to be going to the Blue Anchor for his leaving party. I had a brief chat with them and then I went back to the pub. John Hall tagged along and bought me a couple of beers and then left just as the girls arrived. Billy and John Bracegirdle were in there as well, along with Phil Cosgrove the union guy who helped me out when I almost lost my job before.
Caroline turned up with Angela, her friend who works at the RCJ. Caroline actually looked quite nice for a change. We had a few drinks and then went on to the function room above some poncy wine bar round the corner where it was somebody else's leaving party. All the receptionists were there and a few security guys as well. Sherrina got absolutely steaming drunk and started flirting with the DJ. She then smashed a glass and then made a spectacle of herself by dancing in a maniacal fashion in front of everybody. Kerry was her usual reserved self. I had my tie stolen by Tammy Jeffs and then used to mop up some beer, which I thought was considerate. Some elderly ladies wanted me to dance with them. I explained that I have about as much rhythm as a parsnip. As I left, Richard, John B, Billy and John Hughes were all just finishing thier night shift and were waiting for a cab to go home. I said hi to them and then got a bus to Liverpool Street, where I bought a delicious kebab from the Syrian kebab house opposite the Light Bar and then made my way home.
On Saturday I went to tescos to get something for my dinner, andstopped in Cash Converters on the way, where i managed to pick up the Peter Kay live at Bolton Town Hall DVD for 3 quid. Bargain. (Well, until i got it home and realised that it jumps like a flea on amphetamines and goes all blurry every now and again.) Nobody was up for doing anything - Will was in Cambridge at a strawberry fair, Jen was at her sister's wedding, Dean was skint and Alfie seemed to have vanished without a trace. However, Mikael phoned me up at the last minute and invited me to his friend's birthday party at a bar called The Big Chill in Pentonville Road. I decided to go along. Although I had to pay five pounds to get in, I was immediately plied with alcohol by Malin, Mikael's girlfriend. She bought me a pint of guinness and gave me two glasses of champagne, so i was £3.50 up before i'd even put my hand in my pocket. All of the Swedish contingent were there; Bjorn, Robert, Kristof, some guy called Simon and of course Mikael and Malin. Some girls started chatting to me - an italian girl called Gabriella, and a half-polish, half-malaysian girl called Lorraine. At the end of the night Malin fell asleep on the sofas and was asked to leave by the bouncers, so we all decided to call it a night. (This was at about half past three.) On the way to the bus stop Gabriella insisted that i take Lorraine's number, which I did because i was drunk, tired and hungry and thought it would get rid of them quicker. So i got the bus down to Angel, got a wrap from Dixie Chicken, and then made my way home via the 38 and then the 106.
I got a text in the week from the girls i used to work with, saying that they were going out on Friday and inviting me to come along. I decided to go as I had nothing else planned. So i got the tube over to Temple and walked the short distance to the Knight's Templar just behind the High Court. I arrived a bit early as the girls were not there, so I decided to walk up Carey Street and see if I would see them on thier way out. As I did I ran into John Hall, John Hughes and Richard Bracegirdle. Apparently Alex (Another of the RCJ security guards) was leaving that day and they were supposed to be going to the Blue Anchor for his leaving party. I had a brief chat with them and then I went back to the pub. John Hall tagged along and bought me a couple of beers and then left just as the girls arrived. Billy and John Bracegirdle were in there as well, along with Phil Cosgrove the union guy who helped me out when I almost lost my job before.
Caroline turned up with Angela, her friend who works at the RCJ. Caroline actually looked quite nice for a change. We had a few drinks and then went on to the function room above some poncy wine bar round the corner where it was somebody else's leaving party. All the receptionists were there and a few security guys as well. Sherrina got absolutely steaming drunk and started flirting with the DJ. She then smashed a glass and then made a spectacle of herself by dancing in a maniacal fashion in front of everybody. Kerry was her usual reserved self. I had my tie stolen by Tammy Jeffs and then used to mop up some beer, which I thought was considerate. Some elderly ladies wanted me to dance with them. I explained that I have about as much rhythm as a parsnip. As I left, Richard, John B, Billy and John Hughes were all just finishing thier night shift and were waiting for a cab to go home. I said hi to them and then got a bus to Liverpool Street, where I bought a delicious kebab from the Syrian kebab house opposite the Light Bar and then made my way home.
On Saturday I went to tescos to get something for my dinner, andstopped in Cash Converters on the way, where i managed to pick up the Peter Kay live at Bolton Town Hall DVD for 3 quid. Bargain. (Well, until i got it home and realised that it jumps like a flea on amphetamines and goes all blurry every now and again.) Nobody was up for doing anything - Will was in Cambridge at a strawberry fair, Jen was at her sister's wedding, Dean was skint and Alfie seemed to have vanished without a trace. However, Mikael phoned me up at the last minute and invited me to his friend's birthday party at a bar called The Big Chill in Pentonville Road. I decided to go along. Although I had to pay five pounds to get in, I was immediately plied with alcohol by Malin, Mikael's girlfriend. She bought me a pint of guinness and gave me two glasses of champagne, so i was £3.50 up before i'd even put my hand in my pocket. All of the Swedish contingent were there; Bjorn, Robert, Kristof, some guy called Simon and of course Mikael and Malin. Some girls started chatting to me - an italian girl called Gabriella, and a half-polish, half-malaysian girl called Lorraine. At the end of the night Malin fell asleep on the sofas and was asked to leave by the bouncers, so we all decided to call it a night. (This was at about half past three.) On the way to the bus stop Gabriella insisted that i take Lorraine's number, which I did because i was drunk, tired and hungry and thought it would get rid of them quicker. So i got the bus down to Angel, got a wrap from Dixie Chicken, and then made my way home via the 38 and then the 106.
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