After Sat night, I�m considering giving up drinking.  Not completely, but just giving up the drinking to excess part.  I�m getting old at 23… the last few hangovers have not been worth the night out. Got dragged out on Saturday by my sister, who gave me 10 minutes to eat and get changed.  Managed to eat about half a meal which would explain why I got so wasted.  I was ok until the point that we realised that if you asked the DJ for a shoutout for someone�s birthday, you got a free bottle of what can only be described as ersatz champagne.  We got found out on the 4th bottle, after which I�d already drunk 2 on my own…. the rest is a little hazy… I stumbled about the club talking bollocks for a couple of hours… vaguely remember getting imprisoned in a the kebab shop as they refused to let you leave with your food, and the female bouncer telling me that my attempt to hide my (still wrapped) food and escape was �the worst attempt she�d ever seen�… woke up the next day feeling like absolute shit, and spent all day in front of the TV… weird how when you�re sober, every person who�s wasted acts like a twat, but when you�re that person, you�re the coolest guy in the place stumbling about in a sea of smiling faces…

Went out to see The Rifles last night, supported by Milburn.  Both were fucking good and well worth seeing, especially for six squid….  Shame we don’t get more decent live bands down here… the place was full of indie kids in trilbys, with badges, skinny jeans, and allstars… the most clichéd of which later turned out to be the guitarist for the Rifles… best tracks for them were Repeat Offender and Local Boy.

Personally I preferred Milburn, (loads of downloads here), particularly Lipstick lickin’.  The only negative of the night was reading the lead singer of Milburn’s txt msg that he was composing whilst he was watching the Rifles… it started out “The gig was pretty shit”… hopefully he was referring to the first band on, who were indeed pretty shit to say the least…

Oh and a chunk of ceiling fell on the drummer from the Rifles whilst Milburn were playing… hardly surprising that Cornwall isn’t the centre of live music when the venues are falling apart…

Keywords and Phrases below are for the lovely chap who stumbled across my blog whilst searching for “I fucked my mates mum” stories at AOL.  I want more of your type visiting my site, I like the idea of the disappointment that you must feel when expecting some filthy literature, only to get a insight into my boring life.

1. I fucked my mate’s mum
2. My mate’s mum is a MILF
3. Hardcore Midget Porn
4. Foot Fetish Porn (I know someone who’s into this.  Hello R.O.!)
5. Transsexual Transvestite Sado-Masochistic Gimp Porn

Met up with a guy today who’s gonna put some freelance design work my way… I don’t really need the work, but it’s always nice to have it to fall back on… plus I have a feeling that two of the companies that I currently design for aren’t going to put any more work my way as I’m suing one, and have threatened to sue the other… to be honest I don’t really want to work for either again unless it’s money up front, don’t trust the fuckers…

Also turned down some onsite Flash Actionscript work today… have got too much work on at the mo, plus couldn’t really be arsed to travel a couple of hours each way… I don’t like having a schedule to my life, I hate having to be somewhere at a certain time.  Life’s more fun when you can just do what you want on the spur of the moment (and then spend the night catching up on work to try and meet deadlines)

I want to go and see The Rifles tomorrow… they’re playing Bunters with a few support bands… dunno if anyone else is up for it yet, will see…

Seem to have cracked the old getting up at 1pm, going to bed at 3am routine, have managed to get up before 9am the last 3 days… people are starting to get worried…

Gotta admire this guy… old news I know, but hats off if he manages it…

Am spending way too long playing with this… love the concept…

Got in on Saturday night pretty wasted, and wrote the following at 3am: 

Tonight kinda reminded me how much I used to enjoy school.  Thinking back is kinda like crawling back into a foetus position, there were no reponsibilities, and no stress; there was homework, but when you were free, you were free, and nothing really mattered.  I was forever young, and didn�t really think about tomorrow.  I used to be really good friends with a girl, and was best mates with her brother at secondary school.  We kinda drifted apart since then, and only really saw each other at Xmas.  She moved back down to Cornwall a few months back, and I see her out quite regularly nowadays.  She was such a nice girl, and she still is in a way, but has been messed about by some wanker.  They went away together abroad, and from what I can gather he used to beat her up and attempted to rape her.  I really don�t know what the point to this post is, other than I find it depressing the way the world has fucked up a lot of my friends since we were young, naive and carefree.

Not quite sure what to make of that… just some cheery drunken ramblings really… I guess it was a true reflection of how I was feeling at the time, think I just had a shit night at the end of a shit week really… I�m normally a happy drunk (when drinking, not in the alcoholic sense)… thought I�d include it all the same…

Have just fallen in love with some of the clothing at All Ends… am trying not to break out the credit card… damn cheap at 12 squid a tee…

Came across this which rocks… pretty impressive for a 4kb flash file.

Have another random piece of text which may one day form part of the book.  Written 02/02/04, I�m really hoping my writing has somehow improved since as this isn�t up to much…

The drizzle splattered on the kitchen window, before snaking downwards.  It had been raining all day, to the extent that I had to take the car to the newsagents earlier; I wasn�t going to let the weather ruin my new hairdo.  Harry complained when he heard how much it cost, and consequently showed no interest in it.  I love you for who you are, he said, and not for your haircut.  Still he�d be the first to complain if he came home from work to find I needed another trip to the salon.  He�ll be in a bad enough mood anyway, working on the site in this miserable weather.  The moment the door opens at quarter past six he�ll open his mouth to moan about what went wrong today, and who was off sick.  He never seems to notice that I too have stressful days, what with Christmas presents to buy, and meals to plan.  �Presents don�t buy themselves�, I tell him, it takes time and effort. 

�You can�t just give someone the first thing you come across, each present should suit the recipient.  By buying something at a price less than half that of the high streets, you can afford to spend more, and buy a better quality of gift.�

Wasting money he calls it.  He�s already destroyed two of my credit cards, to stop me �buying crap off the telly�, but I won�t let that stop me.

�You know it�s Christmas coming up.  Of course you do, it�s that time of year again, the relatives are coming around, the larder is stocked, and you�re all prepared.  But are you?  Have you bought all of your gifts?  Are you going to be surprised by an unexpected visitor, bringing unexpected presents?  You never can tell who is going to visit you in these festive times, and there�s nothing worse than standing there embarrassed and empty handed.  You could of course go down to your local shop and buy a box of choccies, but why not be that little bit more inventive, and have a look at what we�ve got for you after the break; matching silver plated egg whisks and tin openers.  Only 250 sets in the uk, and we�re selling them at a price you can�t afford to miss.  But first, over to the dashing Des, who will be showing you our gorgeous diamondesque broochs, with free cufflinks for the first 30 shoppers.�

With a click, the bubbling faded, and the steam stopped rising.  The water was poured onto the bag, diffusing the subtle ginger and ginseng flavour, splashing as it neared the rim.  A quick stir, and with a delicate flick, the bag was removed and the drink was ready.  It had taken a while for her to get used to this unusual taste, and she still found the aroma a little off putting, but Sarah persevered.  It was good for you, all these herbs and stuff, meant to prevent arthritus or something.  Made from all natural ingredients, the box said, so it couldn�t be bad.  Besides it was on special offer, and Harry would only start going on again if she didn�t drink it.

To be continued dot dot dot dot dot