Monday, March 14, 2005
Sobriety: under-rated as an experience.
Another top weekend, the thrills and spills of a rock n'roll lifestyle - went out in Reading Fri for my mate Chayter's leaving party. He's off to live in Hastings as of the end of this month, and he will be sorely missed, being as he has been gym partner, footie-watching associate, alcamahol consuming running partner, and all-round legend. So, we thought we'd go out and get wasted one more time. Which we did. To cut a long story short (and to avoid publishing details of names and places), we got back to Chayter's place, where he crashed out but myself and his housemate were still up drinking when we got a call from three ladies we had been out with, they had failed to pull and were wondering if we fancied joining them at their place for some post-club frivolity.. We dashed over there at warp speed, full of the high-hopes and laddish intentions that a belly full of beer and a libidinous attitude will create under these circumstances, but after more vodka and then getting settled down on the sofa we ended up passing out watching DVD's instead.. Ah well..! Felt too hungover the next day to feel any real sense of disappointment!
Back to Chayters on Sat morn, big fried breakfast (de riguer after a night on the shant) and lots of water later and we had a day of sporting action ahead of us - saw some footie, some rugby (France ended my hopes of a Grand Slam showdown in Cardiff next weekend.. Sacre bleu!) then headed off for a White Sunday rehearsal at 5pm. Halfway there and James calls and says that Luke (bassist) was too ill to make it, so we cancelled. No worries, more time for me to get to Bristol for a flat-warming party. Picked up a crate of booze, and headed down the M4. Just as I walked through their new lounge doorway, the solo from Müf's "Drugs all day" was playing on the stereo! Now that's what I call timing!
Beaucoup alcohol later, was talking absolute shite to anyone within earshot. Why do I always do that? Apologies to everyone and anyone.. Still, at least I managed to out last Heff, who wussed out at about 10pm to get back to his hotel.. The big jessy.
Sunday was spent sleeping and eating and feeling rough after two nights away from my own bed.. And watching cool TV shows about how America is going to get wiped out by a super-volcano. It's not cool that America could get wiped out by a volcano, but the geology and science of it all was pretty fascinating - besides, the crux of the program was that a super volcano would probably happen in the next 40,000 years so plenty of time for the US to make other arrangements. If it happens in the next 40 years, that would be awful - it would affect the whole globe, etc. But if it's after my lifetime, and I don’t get to see it, meh: who cares? It's not as if anything can be done to avoid it - apart from evacuating 250 million Americans, etc.
Wonder if any Al-Quaeda will make use of the info and try to set the volcano (would like to think that they were going to call it "Mount Yogi" after Jellystone Park's most loveable resident) off? It would certainly be a Biblical ending - as predicted - to life as we know it. It truly would be fire and brimstone raining from the sky, etc. Death, Famine, Pestilence and Disease would surely all come trotting along soon afterwards, too. Can't see Bruce Willis saving the earth from that! Ah well, like I say, we should be good for another 40,000 years yet. *crosses fingers*
Back to Chayters on Sat morn, big fried breakfast (de riguer after a night on the shant) and lots of water later and we had a day of sporting action ahead of us - saw some footie, some rugby (France ended my hopes of a Grand Slam showdown in Cardiff next weekend.. Sacre bleu!) then headed off for a White Sunday rehearsal at 5pm. Halfway there and James calls and says that Luke (bassist) was too ill to make it, so we cancelled. No worries, more time for me to get to Bristol for a flat-warming party. Picked up a crate of booze, and headed down the M4. Just as I walked through their new lounge doorway, the solo from Müf's "Drugs all day" was playing on the stereo! Now that's what I call timing!
Beaucoup alcohol later, was talking absolute shite to anyone within earshot. Why do I always do that? Apologies to everyone and anyone.. Still, at least I managed to out last Heff, who wussed out at about 10pm to get back to his hotel.. The big jessy.
Sunday was spent sleeping and eating and feeling rough after two nights away from my own bed.. And watching cool TV shows about how America is going to get wiped out by a super-volcano. It's not cool that America could get wiped out by a volcano, but the geology and science of it all was pretty fascinating - besides, the crux of the program was that a super volcano would probably happen in the next 40,000 years so plenty of time for the US to make other arrangements. If it happens in the next 40 years, that would be awful - it would affect the whole globe, etc. But if it's after my lifetime, and I don’t get to see it, meh: who cares? It's not as if anything can be done to avoid it - apart from evacuating 250 million Americans, etc.
Wonder if any Al-Quaeda will make use of the info and try to set the volcano (would like to think that they were going to call it "Mount Yogi" after Jellystone Park's most loveable resident) off? It would certainly be a Biblical ending - as predicted - to life as we know it. It truly would be fire and brimstone raining from the sky, etc. Death, Famine, Pestilence and Disease would surely all come trotting along soon afterwards, too. Can't see Bruce Willis saving the earth from that! Ah well, like I say, we should be good for another 40,000 years yet. *crosses fingers*
# posted by AK @ 13:34 
