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friday
foundry drinkies with helouise, roy_dcour, and latterly exliontamer. plus the entirety of london's cycle courier population.
rock steady! lots of people. lots of drinkies. accidental shopping. failing to leave early as planned. indeed...:
ultraruby's house.
more drinking. more shopping.
clothes swapping!
cat playing.
beautiful sunny day dawning.
running home and getting slightly lost in a maze of hackney bus stops.
saturday
fail to make chap olympics. boo.
fail to throw up on bus / tube. yay!
do make steve hall's preview at the hen & chickens.
plenty of funny material, still searching for structure. HURRAH for hearing the std clinic story again for it is AWESOME.
meet people at the noble.
tediously long journey to E17. bad buses!
eventual arrival at walthamstow dogs, hurrah!
excellent gambling fun. i think only £5 or so down, despite gambling on each race.
scampi in a box!
favourite amount won = 49p. FEAR ME.
handy lift with green_badger to 1423's official leaving-but-not-quite-yet party.
fail at making origami penii.
tiredness and illness hit, tb symptoms re-appear.
'home', collapse.
sunday
wake up early and drunk.
watch a scanner darkly, finally!
make it up and out.
lovely sunny day, perfect for rise AGAINST RACISM festival.
meet up wtih lovely chaps.
sit and chill listening to musics and being silly.
suddenly find self a little tipsy / sunburnt during CSS.
run off.
drunkenly help a nun find a bus.
pass out watching bad santa.
monday
late for work. work sucks.
apart from kind of winning latitude tickets. i *think*.
solo sushi lunch.
finally watch eternal sunshine of the spotless mind - very clever indeed. jim carey shockingly not annoying.
speak to a boy.
fail at proper sleep.
tuesday
where is my tent??
where are my tickets??

Current Mood: confused

Current Mood: confused

Monday morning, how I hate thee. I would count the ways, but that’d only depress me, so instead I’ll think about the weekend just gone. Or, err, what I can remember of it.

Friday

Started with pain and fever. Not fun.

Continued with bed, and made for TV drama, that had me weeping. I really AM run down!

Got better as there was the rather wonderful Green Feet to attend! Turned up early so as to have space, and enough time, to strap myself into corsetry and voluminous skirtage.

Did some helpful door-birding.

Progressed to ridiculously drunk in record time. As such, memory of comedians is sketchy to say the least. It was all cheeky door-bird charm, right? RIGHT?

Memory of spinning around on the dance floor with skirt joy is unfortunately not sketchy in the slightest…

I won a thing! Which was tremendously confusing later- I had NO IDEA why I was carrying around a Hugh Fernley-Whittingstall (sp?) book. Oh dear.

I really didn’t intend to go to the knicker factory party. I can only claim that

martylog kidnapped me in a taxi.*

Yeah, so, er, knicker factory. I’m assuming I didn’t appear in costume. There was an awful lot of blood in a shower. There was random booze, stupid dancing, running around and general silliness. I have a ‘memory’ of possibly jumping off the high thing,** but thinking about it I’m hoping it’s just one of those confusing real seeming dreams.***

Later there was shopping and there was singing along to a guitar until stupid o’clock in the morning, at which point sleeping in a bed with a bunch of people I didn’t know**** seemed more feasible than night buses.

Saturday

It seemed like less of a good idea on Saturday, as the stupid trains to E17 weren’t working, and home / shower / change / emergency food***** before heading Way Out West was necessary.

Richmond! It’s rather nice, isn’t it? Spectacularly good though, was seeing

wardytron and

fille_a_paris for the first time in too long, the biggest dog in the world,****** and an excellent pub that gets flooded at high tide. I like Richmond.

I don’t like getting from Richmond to Finny P when the transport is gefacked, and I am tiddly enough to forget. Doh.

Anyway, I made it to step-sister’s birthday party with a bottle of lambrini and the best of intentions. Which were wrecked when someone pointed out the jugs of potent cocktails lying around everywhere.

Oh lord, my dad was there and sober. I ‘remember’ sitting talking to him and realising just how foul-mouthed I am when drunk, f-ing this and f-ing that, and really concentrating on trying not to be. FAIL!

Of course, when my siblings plus extras******* arrived and the tequila came out, there was no hope.

Er, I taught my step-sister’s dad’s girlfriend******** how to do tequila slammers. Using the mantra ”Lick! Drink! Bite!”. I think I might burn in hell.

Hahahah scary voicemail messages courtesy of my brother-in-law to be and myself getting a bit gangsta at

braisedbywolves.

Running away in a taxi! (Recurring theme?) To

braisedbywolves’s housewarming.

Drunkenly acting like a poly-racist+ as soon as I arrived and arguing with some actually quite lovely poly-types. Er, sorry about that Andrew. They kept giving me beer, I can’t have been too offensive. Can I?

Repeated conversation! It’s always the same! Lord!

Being escorted homewards by

curious_badger and

drasticsturgeon and put on the right bus. This is where my memory ends. I did wake up in the right bed though, bonus! ++

Sunday

Yoga? Ahahahahah no. Death. More like.

Drag self out of house and head to Bethnal Green. Lord, but I spent a lot of time in the East End this weekend.

Wait in pub full of cockernee geeeeezers with Pick Me Up and a shandy, endeavouring to actually pick myself up.

Chap doesn’t actually turn up for the Krays Walk. Woe! Still, it’s a lovely day, so pints were supped in The Approach with

mrs_leroy_brown and

hoshuteki.

Home for an early night? Well, not before stopping off at the Faltering Fullback to ~~watch the teenagers and their coke habits~~ say “hurrah!” to

moleintheground for his earlier running achievements.

Booze soaking kebab.

Unconsciousness.

♥ ♥ ♥

Rinse. Lather. Repeat. My diary tells me I should be out every night this week. I really don’t think that’s appropriate. I feel sick. Moan, moan, moan. Stupid Monday!

Oh, and I think I’ve lost random bits of stuff along the way. Nothing hugely important, but if you find badges / bits of make up / whatever in any of your houses etc, it’s more than likely to belong to me. Whatamess.

* Accuracy of this fact is debatable.

** I’m certainly bruised and achey enough…

*** If I’m bored enough later and happy to embarrass my subconscious I might post ‘em.

**** Fully clothed, sssh.

***** It’s at this point, I realised there was no food in the house, except some left over pizza.

p_dan_tic knows me Very Well Indeed :)

****** Seriously, if you turned me into a dog, this one would still have been bigger. Brilliant!

******* M’s old school friends I haven’t seen since they were TINY. They are now hulking great men. Very. Weird. Indeed.

******** Are you concentrating? There’ll be a test!

+ Mostly because I was still in shock from

fille_a_paris earlier telling me that she thought I was poly myself, what now?? Is anyone else labouring under that impression?!

++ Oh hang on, is this why? See + above!

Current Mood: exhausted

Monday morning, how I hate thee. I would count the ways, but that’d only depress me, so instead I’ll think about the weekend just gone. Or, err, what I can remember of it.

Friday

Started with pain and fever. Not fun.

Continued with bed, and made for TV drama, that had me weeping. I really AM run down!

Got better as there was the rather wonderful Green Feet to attend! Turned up early so as to have space, and enough time, to strap myself into corsetry and voluminous skirtage.

Did some helpful door-birding.

Progressed to ridiculously drunk in record time. As such, memory of comedians is sketchy to say the least. It was all cheeky door-bird charm, right? RIGHT?

Memory of spinning around on the dance floor with skirt joy is unfortunately not sketchy in the slightest…

I won a thing! Which was tremendously confusing later- I had NO IDEA why I was carrying around a Hugh Fernley-Whittingstall (sp?) book. Oh dear.

I really didn’t intend to go to the knicker factory party. I can only claim that

martylog kidnapped me in a taxi.*

Saturday

It seemed like less of a good idea on Saturday, as the stupid trains to E17 weren’t working, and home / shower / change / emergency food***** before heading Way Out West was necessary.

Richmond! It’s rather nice, isn’t it? Spectacularly good though, was seeing

wardytron and

fille_a_paris for the first time in too long, the biggest dog in the world,****** and an excellent pub that gets flooded at high tide. I like Richmond.

I don’t like getting from Richmond to Finny P when the transport is gefacked, and I am tiddly enough to forget. Doh.

Of course, when my siblings plus extras******* arrived and the tequila came out, there was no hope.

Er, I taught my step-sister’s dad’s girlfriend******** how to do tequila slammers. Using the mantra ”Lick! Drink! Bite!”. I think I might burn in hell.

Hahahah scary voicemail messages courtesy of my brother-in-law to be and myself getting a bit gangsta at

braisedbywolves.

Running away in a taxi! (Recurring theme?) To

braisedbywolves’s housewarming.

Repeated conversation! It’s always the same! Lord!

Being escorted homewards by

curious_badger and

drasticsturgeon and put on the right bus. This is where my memory ends. I did wake up in the right bed though, bonus! ++

Sunday

Yoga? Ahahahahah no. Death. More like.

Drag self out of house and head to Bethnal Green. Lord, but I spent a lot of time in the East End this weekend.

Wait in pub full of cockernee geeeeezers with Pick Me Up and a shandy, endeavouring to actually pick myself up.

Chap doesn’t actually turn up for the Krays Walk. Woe! Still, it’s a lovely day, so pints were supped in The Approach with

mrs_leroy_brown and

hoshuteki.

Home for an early night? Well, not before stopping off at the Faltering Fullback to ~~watch the teenagers and their coke habits~~ say “hurrah!” to

moleintheground for his earlier running achievements.

Booze soaking kebab.

Unconsciousness.

fille_a_paris earlier telling me that she thought I was poly myself, what now?? Is anyone else labouring under that impression?!

++ Oh hang on, is this why? See + above!

Current Mood: exhausted

Now I appear to have some sort of function back I shall blather at you and my future self about the weekend just gone. Bullet points I think…

Friday

Vile mood.

Decided to stay in the flat.

Cut out some enormous swathes of denim.

Start making a wicked collar from bits of Mansun tshirt and denim.

Sewing project well and truly underway, but starting with easyish bits to, er, ease myself back into using a sewing machine accurately.

***

Saturday

Up early, shortly after D has left for work.

Hit the sewing machine, finish ace collar.

Discover magick denim stitch setting on sewing machine of glory, start sewing skirt bits together. (I think the skirt is going to be far too heavy. I *know* it’s going to be heavy. Instead of appliquéing the tshirts over the top, I think I shall cut out windows and sew them through from the back of the skirt, does that make sense?)

No Victoria Line and a dangerous looking accident mean I am almost trapped in E17. Woe! Manage to walk to Blackhorse Road and hop the Silverlink to Camden, phew!

Order replacement presser foot shaft from tiny secret Bernina shop I haven’t noticed before.

Wander up to Primrose Hill. Realise I have never sat up there before, marvel at the view. Blur were right!

Locate

therealjo, whose birthday it was, and find rounders pitches.

Crack open the first (and second) Pimm in a Tin in a park of the summer. Aaaaah. Follow up with first (second and third) Gin in a Tin and veggies.

I don’t remember rounders being *that* difficult at school! Sad state of fitness. I think I went around 3 times, and we won, but people started talking about rules and lost me a bit ;) Still, lovely afternoon. Healthy!

Quick change in pub loo and onto Black Plastic to take up position as ~~Steve Strange~~ Door Whore.

What an excellent night! Ace atmosphere, ace mix of people, top music, aaaaah. Again please ladies!

Despite best yoga based intentions (honestly!) ended up seeing in Sunday at

purplestuart’s at an incredibly lovely afterparty. Yoga? What yoga. Ahem.

***

Sunday

After some bag / bus / taxi trauma, eventually headed back towards the West End with

green_badger about 2pm.

Dashed across Soho to Karaoke Box for some sweet hours of wonderful karaoke.

I love love love how nobody ever seems to do anything spectacularly obvious.

Me, I sing Band on the Run (sorry!), Let Loose – Crazy for you (haha oops), Blink 182 – All the Small Things (yeah!), and do the girlie bit on Danger High Voltage for Martin. And possibly something else. Where is my memory, hmmm?

After, I shoot off to Regents Park Open Air Theatre for Daniel Kitson.

Aw, but he’s just so BRILLIANT, isn’t he? First half is him reading a lovely story (which makes me weep) interspersed with Gavin Osborne playing songs that add to the story, and also make me weep.

[Last year he told several shorter stories, I think I preferred the longer, overarching / all fitting together thing. Also last year I wept a little too. I have a feeling I hadn’t been home the night before then either. Tsk, Kitson is clearly a bad influence. With, er, his straight-edge ways….]

Second half is the fireworks stuff we saw him previewing at the Hen & Chickens a while back, which has been polished up and taken to Melbourne and all sorts in between. Funny. Lovely. He really suits the open air. Especially in the latter half of the evening when it’s dark and the lights are twinkly. What a wonderful way to end a weekend :)

***

Monday

Yesterday I ACHED so much it was ridiculous. All joints and muscles seized up and shrieking. No Motley Crue for me :(

I deduce this must be the fault of rounders. My fitness level is clearly SHOCKING. My stupid body seems to respond to abuse 2 days after the occasion...

…which means today I am *exhausted*.

Yesterday also – Edinburgh planning began. Exciting goodness, eee!

Oh, and Happy Birthday catbo! If I get a wriggle on with sewing this evening and mostly finish huge skirt of DOOM, I’ll probably come out tomorrow, hurrah!

[Lord, I’m broke this month again. Is it payday yet? :(]

***

Haha, the new My Chemical Romance single (Teenagers?) sounds like “That’s Living Alright” which I thought was sung by Dennis Waterman and from a sitcom but it doesn’t appear to be.

Current Mood: no!sleep!tilmonday!

Now I appear to have some sort of function back I shall blather at you and my future self about the weekend just gone. Bullet points I think…

Friday

Vile mood.

Decided to stay in the flat.

Cut out some enormous swathes of denim.

Start making a wicked collar from bits of Mansun tshirt and denim.

Sewing project well and truly underway, but starting with easyish bits to, er, ease myself back into using a sewing machine accurately.

***

Saturday

Up early, shortly after D has left for work.

Hit the sewing machine, finish ace collar.

No Victoria Line and a dangerous looking accident mean I am almost trapped in E17. Woe! Manage to walk to Blackhorse Road and hop the Silverlink to Camden, phew!

Order replacement presser foot shaft from tiny secret Bernina shop I haven’t noticed before.

Wander up to Primrose Hill. Realise I have never sat up there before, marvel at the view. Blur were right!

Locate

therealjo, whose birthday it was, and find rounders pitches.

Crack open the first (and second) Pimm in a Tin in a park of the summer. Aaaaah. Follow up with first (second and third) Gin in a Tin and veggies.

Quick change in pub loo and onto Black Plastic to take up position as ~~Steve Strange~~ Door Whore.

What an excellent night! Ace atmosphere, ace mix of people, top music, aaaaah. Again please ladies!

Despite best yoga based intentions (honestly!) ended up seeing in Sunday at

purplestuart’s at an incredibly lovely afterparty. Yoga? What yoga. Ahem.

***

Sunday

After some bag / bus / taxi trauma, eventually headed back towards the West End with

green_badger about 2pm.

Dashed across Soho to Karaoke Box for some sweet hours of wonderful karaoke.

I love love love how nobody ever seems to do anything spectacularly obvious.

After, I shoot off to Regents Park Open Air Theatre for Daniel Kitson.

***

Monday

Yesterday I ACHED so much it was ridiculous. All joints and muscles seized up and shrieking. No Motley Crue for me :(

I deduce this must be the fault of rounders. My fitness level is clearly SHOCKING. My stupid body seems to respond to abuse 2 days after the occasion...

…which means today I am *exhausted*.

Yesterday also – Edinburgh planning began. Exciting goodness, eee!

Current Mood: no!sleep!tilmonday!

*Takes deep breath*

Here goes!

( This entry is likely to contain overexcited babbling along the lines of 'FLUMES!' 'Bring the NOISE!' 'HELL YEAH!' 'Drink through!' 'Straight through!' 'I've been really irritating...' )

****

This is ridiculously long! I am making an editorial decision to put the rest of Saturday and Sunday in another entry. Blimey. tl;dr indeed!

* In my family, this means you've won. Won what, I don't know, but it's always satisfying...
** "Hardest working man in rock and roll" apparently! I'm pretty sure this is true, seeing as he did seem to be in 75% of the bands on in some way or another.....!
*** You all love me even though I'm REALLY annoying, don't you?
**** Alone Again Or, plus that one I can sing to you if you like but the only lyric I can remember right now is "....street, yeah..... Tell me!

Current Mood: tired

Current Mood: tired

Long time coming! But it would appear that I have nothing better to do today at work.

WARNING!!!!!! LOTS OF WORDS ALERT!!!!

( Thursday )

( Friday )

( Saturday )

( Sunday )

( The Book Club )

We rounded off Sunday evening in the Guilty Pleasures tent. Now, I hate the thinking behind guilty pleasures, why should you feel guilty about any of the songs? I mean, tis almost as bad as liking things IRONICALLY. Grrrr. But anyway, there was dancing the night away to brilliant things, with a possee of friends, most of the Book Club-ians, other comedians, poetry representatives and a fella who had played the main stage. Happy, smiling, drunken people. Rob Newman starting folk dancing.

It got a bit much, and I lay on my back in the dewy grass staring at the stars. Lovely.

*****

Special Wings mentions to:

♥ Jo Neary for Denny Laine / Penny Lane. I hadn't noticed! Hee
♥ Charlie, for giving my 'better than Morrissey' argument merit.

*****

Monday was a shock, as

diamond_geyser and I got in a taxi at half 5 to get the train straight into our respective workplaces. Not as much of a shock as for the regular "Train Gang" whose seats we had unwittingly taken. They tried not to catch our sleepy eyes. Perhaps because we were muttering about maggots and swans called Michael and generally not making sense.

*****

Who fancies it next year, eh? ;)

Current Mood: energetic

Current Mood: energetic

much as i loathe the summer, despite it containing my birthday, summer weekends do have the potential to be amazingly magickal.

this weekend contained, in no particular magickal order:

♥

fugitvemotel's birthday drinks at the faltering fullback with football on t'telly.

♥ dancing to

dr_f_dellamorte and co in a bar in Hoxton that wasn't full of gunts and was actually much fun.

♥ BONVING!!!! or more accurately spectating at the bonving in Regents Park whilst drinking champagne and eating strawberries.

♥ playing in the sandpit, courtesy of

thechild. You should have seen our castle! it was HUGE! though we did have a bit of help from a crack team of Kosovan labourers and a small child that followed me around silently. hmmmmm.

♥ slimelight. yeah yeah, shudduppaya face.

♥ early morning wandering through Dalston in search of cider. it already being baking and only 5am or so.... market traders doing things......

♥ party with ace folk until well into sunday.

♥ my first ever visit to the open air theatre in Regents Park - what a glorious venue! surrounded by trees, sitting in the end of the sun towards the end of the day watching my top magickal thing of the weekend.....

♥ ....which was Daniel Kitson. marvellous, absolutely marvellous. first half comprising a set of excellent stand up, second half being told stories in the dark with tears rolling down my face, interspersed with songs from a chap whose name i have forgotten but with a lovely voice and a guitar.

Seriously, chaps, that was the happiest i have been in a long time. i love that man. i may be feeling post-weekend toxic, but i'm still up there.....

Current Mood: content

much as i loathe the summer, despite it containing my birthday, summer weekends do have the potential to be amazingly magickal.

this weekend contained, in no particular magickal order:

♥

fugitvemotel's birthday drinks at the faltering fullback with football on t'telly.

♥ dancing to

Current Mood: content

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weekend gubbins - drinking / dancing / gambling / chilling. vices ARE FUN.
weekend gubbins - drinking / dancing / gambling / chilling. vices ARE FUN.
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Get Fresh at the Weekend! Sewing Project / Primrose Hill / Black Plastic / Karaoke / Daniel Kitson
Get Fresh at the Weekend! Sewing Project / Primrose Hill / Black Plastic / Karaoke / Daniel Kitson
ATP! ATP! ATP! Warning, this will get LONG. And sketchy. There may have been alcohol. Whodathunkit.
ATP! ATP! ATP! Warning, this will get LONG. And sketchy. There may have been alcohol. Whodathunkit.
The one about Latitude Festival
The one about Latitude Festival
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something for the (magickal) weekend....

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Entries tagged with party

weekend gubbins - drinking / dancing / gambling / chilling. vices ARE FUN.

weekend gubbins - drinking / dancing / gambling / chilling. vices ARE FUN.

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Get Fresh at the Weekend! Sewing Project / Primrose Hill / Black Plastic / Karaoke / Daniel Kitson