Archive for March, 2006

Live Moooooosic

After Milburn and The Rifles a month or so ago, Bunter’s has got some awesome bands coming down, on two nights, both of which I really want to go to.

Next Thursday (6th), Kill the Young, supported by The Upper Room.

And Thursday 27th, they have The Sunshine Underground (oh yes!), supported by Apartment.

And sandwiched inbetween like the proverbial slice of processed cheese, is the one and only Chesney Hawkes, who will be dining out on past glories at the Barn in PZ on the 13th.

Edit: Oh, and I’ve just found out Frank Turner will be playing Perranporth on May 1st, the night after Coolio himself will be playing in Newquay.. dunno if I’ll make the latter, but am def going to see Frank Turner’s acoustic folk thing.

This weekend I’ve either got a night in Helston with friends, a night out in Truro with other friends, or a night out in Penzance at some invite only exclusive all night party club thing.  With kick ass DJs, awesome sound system and strippers.  And probably expensive beer (

The hangover is inevitable no matter which I choose.

Cheers mate…

I don't mind mates crashing at my house at the weekend to save them getting a taxi home, but could do without them taking the piss.

I spent half the night looking after you, cos you were drunk and crying; no-one else could be arsed.  I then gave you a place to stay, and made sure you were ok.  I even gave you a bucket just in case, which you somehow managed to totally ignore.

You repaid me by leaving a mixture of piss and sick on my coffee table.  You didn't even bother to try and clear it up during the night.  You then ignored it again when you woke up. You then helped yourself to breakfast and fucked off in the morning and still didn't tell me, despite having plenty of opportunities to do so, leaving me to find it and clear it up later on.  My coffee table is now sitting in a mixture of bleach and rainwater outside my house.

Since then, you haven't made any effort whatsoever to apologise, despite being fully aware of what you did.

I know that you read this blog Eddie, next time you need somewhere to crash, you can get a fucking taxi home.

Disjointed

It was pretty inevitable that the teetotal thing was never going to last that long… stayed in Fri, went out on Sat… I did behave though; was home by half three and not that pissed… was on the JD and nice & ethical Coca Cola… I'm ashamed to say that my fair-trade and anti-evil-fucker-corporation stance escapes me when I'm drunk…

Some random girl, who I used to be friends with at school, kinda grabbed me in the street outside T's and kissed me… I didn't exactly kiss her back, but didn't exactly walk away cos I was a bit drunk… she's cute but I have a weird thing about not being able to fancy girls I knew at school… I also now have a sore throat… thank you P.

Went out for a meal last night.  It was crap.  The whole point of going out for a meal is to order something you've never tried before, or something you can never be arsed to cook at home… they had somehow managed to run out of everything except from steak… being British, and eternally afraid of the potential bodily fluid revenge of pissed off waiters, I failed to complain…

Oh and it seems my lil sis has bought a house.

Things I am liking

Oh and last and most probably least…

Hermaphrodite Porn

Do you know this man?A mate of mine found an unmarked DVD today, amongst a pile of CDs that he borrowed from 3 different guys I know.

He was looking through them when he came across possibly the weirdest porn film ever - involving amongst other “things”, a man with two penises, a woman with three breasts, and a hermaphrodite.  And Ron Jeremy.  It was more confusing and disturbing than being even remotely erotic.

We are now trying to work out which of my mates has such diverse and worrying taste.  Any ideas?

In other news I am now going teetotal.