I have been on the sauce almost every single night this week.
Sunday night I met up with Phil for some food and a couple of beers, ignoring the fact that I had to go to work the next day (unlike Phil), hoping that the snow was going to stick around for weeks.
Monday I fancied going to the Selly Sausage for a new acoustic evening that was starting up there. Paul said that he was up for it but couldn't make it till ten which meant there was no point going and again I found myself in the Country Girl with Phil.
Tuesday was the only night off, I felt pretty groggy all day.
Wednesday, my brother was supposed to be organising a gig at the Rainbow but it was spectacularly shambolic, soundchecking two minutes before playing, bands overruning meaning others not playing at all. Edward kept saying that it wasn't his job to be stage manager...silly sod...he should have took the bull by the horns and sorted it all out instead of concentrating on getting as much booze down his neck. There were some pretty good musicians and by rights it should have been a decent night. I left after the drum'n'bass DJs took over the decks and met up with Dan, Ben and Dave in the British Oak to discuss how rubbish the England football team are.
Next day I had a concentration span of a hyperactive toddler which is not conducive for computer programming. It didn't help that I had the dilemma of whether to stay in and recouperate or whether to go with Dan to Oceana for a fundraising thing which I had agreed to go to some weeks before. A bottle of cava helped me decide...probably the wrong choice in the end...feeling very very old surrounded by nineteen year old girls in bikini tops is probably no the best way to spend a Thursday night. ;)
Friday was just stupid - two pints in the german market followed by a million and one others in Apres, Actress and Bishop and the Custard Factory. Going out straight from work and not getting home till threeish is just plain wrong...ha ha. Some fucker nicked my camera!!!
Naturally I was very very hungover yesterday with a cold added into the mix. Nice. I had planned to have Joshua be he has a very nasty cold and it is freezing in my house with no heating, so I took him to my Mom and Dad's house where it is nice an cozy and then met up with Phil for last orders.
I slept for about eleven hours, strange lucid dreams about zombies...
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Daft Punk
I've been looking through a million and one music blogs this evening and haven't heard a single thing that doesn't sound like Daft Punk.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Coach Rides.
I was just starting to chill out in Spain when I was horribly returned to work via a twenty five hour coach ride and onto seven days of partying...knackered now....
Sunday, October 07, 2007
The Wellington
Jesus!! The Wellington is the smelliest pub I have ever been to and I don't think it is down to the dirty carpet rather the dirty clientelle. Beats the Prince of Wales hands down.
Friday, October 05, 2007
Ozzy!!
And it all started so civilised, a quiet drink in the Old Joint Stock...that was until Dan turned up with a Gay Ozzy Osbourne. He seemed OK at first but after a beer or five this happened...
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Boozy Boozy Booze
This weekend has been very alcoholic. I have a stinking hangover. Fun though. I'm listening to Spiritualized.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Fuck It.
Its far to fucking long ago to remember details - they'll come out when I'm not trying to recall them.
My holiday was in three parts:
Sonar Festival - Not as fun as last year, met some cool lads and a nice group of italians and drank too much.
Ibiza - Chilled out for two days, went to Il Divino which was shit, went to Space which is amazing, met a very lovely girl, got free booze, fell in love with Ibiza.
Barcelona - Lovely, did nothing except relax and talk to nice people from all over the world and sit in a hammock and talk and drink and eat and smoke, best part of my trip.
My holiday was in three parts:
Sonar Festival - Not as fun as last year, met some cool lads and a nice group of italians and drank too much.
Ibiza - Chilled out for two days, went to Il Divino which was shit, went to Space which is amazing, met a very lovely girl, got free booze, fell in love with Ibiza.
Barcelona - Lovely, did nothing except relax and talk to nice people from all over the world and sit in a hammock and talk and drink and eat and smoke, best part of my trip.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
Post Sonar
I intended to have a quiet Sunday night, I wandered down to the beach, grabbed some food then rang Steve and arranged to meet for a farewell drink, this turned into a "go on go on go on go on go on go on go on go on go on go on go on go on come and see Andy Weatherall" session until I succumbed to peer presure. Andy Weatherall was ace, even if he does look like a fifties throwback. What wasn't so ace was drinking far too much, sleeping for two hours before having to check out of the hotel room, being so hungover that I couldn't talk to the pretty Japanese girl that was trying to engage me in conversation or needing two hours to walk 100 yards from the hostel to the aeroport bus stop or nearly fainting on the bus. Sleeping on the terminal floor was good.
Got to Ibiza, with the intention of grabbing some sleep and then heading to Amnesia for the opening night of Cocoon - instead I grabbed some sleep and woke up the next day with a cold.
Fuck Ibiza is hot and bright.
Got to Ibiza, with the intention of grabbing some sleep and then heading to Amnesia for the opening night of Cocoon - instead I grabbed some sleep and woke up the next day with a cold.
Fuck Ibiza is hot and bright.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Sonar Day 3
Even though I am loathe to admit it the music at this years Sonar by Day festival was far inferior to last year's - The final day part featured Mira Calix who was OK but you can only listen to strange noises for so long, Haswell and Hecker - not good at all just very very very loud tones and one strobe light out of thick fog and then more of the same from other people I couldn't be bothered to sit watching.
The only real highlight - Miles very cool DJ played a wide wide selection of music, should have been outside in the Sonar Village.
The only real highlight - Miles very cool DJ played a wide wide selection of music, should have been outside in the Sonar Village.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Raum Playa Festival
Er...
It's too long ago trying to remember what I did....
...Beer? Dancing?....
Actually it's coming back bit by bit...I met some very cool Parisians...then I met some very very odd Bretons who were trying to pretend that they were Irish, I pointed out that my Irish granmother didn't sound like they did...they insisted on buying me beer...a bit later some brummie bloke came up to me and knew my name and said that he had met me at Dan's house, I didn't know who he was, he complained that they had three stages all playing the same stuff...
...I've seen some bad reviews of this thing - my only complaint was that they ran out of water - I enjoyed the music and the location was pretty excellent.
On the way home I got chatting to a group of Italians...
It's too long ago trying to remember what I did....
...Beer? Dancing?....
Actually it's coming back bit by bit...I met some very cool Parisians...then I met some very very odd Bretons who were trying to pretend that they were Irish, I pointed out that my Irish granmother didn't sound like they did...they insisted on buying me beer...a bit later some brummie bloke came up to me and knew my name and said that he had met me at Dan's house, I didn't know who he was, he complained that they had three stages all playing the same stuff...
...I've seen some bad reviews of this thing - my only complaint was that they ran out of water - I enjoyed the music and the location was pretty excellent.
On the way home I got chatting to a group of Italians...
Sonar By Day - Thursday
After a fairly lazy morning, I grabbed some food and laughed at people who hadn't collected their tickets and were were waiting in an enormous queue.
I got told off for going the wrong way around a boring exhibition. Then I got told off for drinking a beer in the wrong place.
I bumped into Ed, he looked very hungover and in no mood to talk.
I watched:
Littleprettyautomatique
Mica and the Cluster
James Holden
Black Galaxy
James Holden was very very good, its wierd dancing so early in the afternoon.
This year you couldn't take your own alcohol inside the venue and I was more than a little pissed off at paying six euros for a crappy pint of Budweiser, I decided to grab some food and go to a bar to watch a little cricket and then head back to the festival to see some more stuff, I never made it back...
I got told off for going the wrong way around a boring exhibition. Then I got told off for drinking a beer in the wrong place.
I bumped into Ed, he looked very hungover and in no mood to talk.
I watched:
James Holden was very very good, its wierd dancing so early in the afternoon.
This year you couldn't take your own alcohol inside the venue and I was more than a little pissed off at paying six euros for a crappy pint of Budweiser, I decided to grab some food and go to a bar to watch a little cricket and then head back to the festival to see some more stuff, I never made it back...
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
People From Harrogate.
I can't remember what I did in the day, I suspect it wasn't a great deal. In the evening I walked to the Arc de Triomf and around Parc Cuitidella and then went for a couple of beers. I got chatting to a very nice couple from Harrogate, they said that one of the mates would love me and would I be interested in going on a blind date, the only problem was that I would have to go to Yorkshire to meet her.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Drassanes, Manchester Bar and Moog
After doing the obligatory walk down the Ramblas I found myself outside the Barcelona Maratime Museum. Figuring that I should at least make a small effort to do a bit of culture I decided to go in. It was OK inside, they give you a handheld computer thing that had loads of info about Spanish Maritime history, some of interesting. I actually spent more time reading in the shade of the cafe with a strong coffee than I did in the actual museum.
Barcelona is a city where you just seem to walk and walk and walk and walk....I pretty much walked the length of the city, twice. I had a walk around Park Guell but found it too busy and decided to head back to the hostel to freshen up.
The Centric Point Hostel has it's own bar, where I got chatting to an girl from Washington DC she was heading to a wedding in Switzerland and had decided to spend a few days in Barcelona beforehand. She was a little odd and I think I might have been a bit rude to her because I hadn't eaten anything all day and left to fill my stomach mid-conversation, I was starving. Strangely she didn't speak to me again. Ah well.
It's a bit wierd going away on your own at first, I didn't really know what to do with myself, most of the people in the hostel seemed to be with a group of mates...I decided to go for a few beers and see what happened.
After a couple of pints and a lot of Pinxchos, I bar hopped for a little while and found myself in the Manchester Bar. There were two lads sitting at the bar ordering cocktails of what looked to me like ice and sugar and lime, I asked them what they were and then got chatting to them, they were Steve and Ed from Dorset and were in Barcelona for their sixth Sonar festival. After a few beers they said that they were going to move on and invited me to join them, we didn't get too far - about a hundred yards down the road for more beers.
After the bars shut around three Steve said the he fancied going clubbing and knew this cool little place that was packed every night of the week, Moog. When we arrived it was fairly empty, but half an hour later it was completely rammed and fucking sweaty. The music was an odd mix of minimal techno, live house and soul music performed by two wierd looking Scandinavians called Ost and Kjex dressed in bowler hats and very brightly coloured old fashioned suits, they were most entertaining.
I've no idea what time I left but I had to avoid a million and one whores, pickpockets and indian hawkers along the ramblas.
Barcelona is a city where you just seem to walk and walk and walk and walk....I pretty much walked the length of the city, twice. I had a walk around Park Guell but found it too busy and decided to head back to the hostel to freshen up.
The Centric Point Hostel has it's own bar, where I got chatting to an girl from Washington DC she was heading to a wedding in Switzerland and had decided to spend a few days in Barcelona beforehand. She was a little odd and I think I might have been a bit rude to her because I hadn't eaten anything all day and left to fill my stomach mid-conversation, I was starving. Strangely she didn't speak to me again. Ah well.
It's a bit wierd going away on your own at first, I didn't really know what to do with myself, most of the people in the hostel seemed to be with a group of mates...I decided to go for a few beers and see what happened.
After a couple of pints and a lot of Pinxchos, I bar hopped for a little while and found myself in the Manchester Bar. There were two lads sitting at the bar ordering cocktails of what looked to me like ice and sugar and lime, I asked them what they were and then got chatting to them, they were Steve and Ed from Dorset and were in Barcelona for their sixth Sonar festival. After a few beers they said that they were going to move on and invited me to join them, we didn't get too far - about a hundred yards down the road for more beers.
After the bars shut around three Steve said the he fancied going clubbing and knew this cool little place that was packed every night of the week, Moog. When we arrived it was fairly empty, but half an hour later it was completely rammed and fucking sweaty. The music was an odd mix of minimal techno, live house and soul music performed by two wierd looking Scandinavians called Ost and Kjex dressed in bowler hats and very brightly coloured old fashioned suits, they were most entertaining.
I've no idea what time I left but I had to avoid a million and one whores, pickpockets and indian hawkers along the ramblas.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Arrival in Barcelona
Ben's birthday, having too much beer on the Sunday, spending a day with no chance of finishing all of the work that I needed to do, a two hour delay at Birmingham Aeroport and not arriving at my the Centric Point Hostel till around 2 A.M. and then having to wait while the receptionist tried to work out how to work the computer meant that I just went straight to sleep as soon as I hit my pillow.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
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I feel tired and grumpy. The weekend was a little barmy. Friday was looking like I'd end up sitting in front of the gogglebox but my brother suggested going for a couple of pints in Selly Oak. I think it would have stayed at a couple of pints if Archies (UniVarsity) had stayed open a half hour longer. Instead we moved on to the Gun Barrels which is as horrible as I remembered.
Obviously I have some trigger in my brain that after three drinks makes me want to go nightclubbing. I couldn't persuade Edward and Laura to join me. Not that I tried particularly hard. Jumped in a taxi and took myself off to this.
There were lots and lots of lovely ladies around and the music was fucking good. I chatted to about a million and one random people. One girl got me to phone her house and leave a message for cats (wierdo).
Next I found myself in a party in an old church, minimalist techno. Had a conversation with a bouncer about bricklaying.
Party finished about eight but I was still up for more and ended up wandering around Birmingham with three hungarians looking for somewhere that was open. Luckily nowhere was.
Got home around half nine. Went to bed about eleven. Got up about one.
Later I met Phil. We went to see some bands in the Bar Academy. The beer was terrible. Then we headed off to Flapper and Firkin but got distracted by the Yardbird and watched another band. Dan and Joe joined us. Dan got bored and wanted to go somewhere else.
Flapper and Firkin...but that shut early and Dan got bored and wanted to go somewhere else.
All Bar One for expensive couple of pints but we could sit outside, that shut and we headed for the nearest place which was The Pitcher and Piano. A lady that Phil reckoned looked like a witch took a shine to Dan's dreadlocks, perhaps she needed them to make a spell or something.
Next it was the Tap and Spile. I was pretty spent by that point. I think we left about four. Phil was ranting about some bloke in the toilet.
Obviously I have some trigger in my brain that after three drinks makes me want to go nightclubbing. I couldn't persuade Edward and Laura to join me. Not that I tried particularly hard. Jumped in a taxi and took myself off to this.
There were lots and lots of lovely ladies around and the music was fucking good. I chatted to about a million and one random people. One girl got me to phone her house and leave a message for cats (wierdo).
Next I found myself in a party in an old church, minimalist techno. Had a conversation with a bouncer about bricklaying.
Party finished about eight but I was still up for more and ended up wandering around Birmingham with three hungarians looking for somewhere that was open. Luckily nowhere was.
Got home around half nine. Went to bed about eleven. Got up about one.
Later I met Phil. We went to see some bands in the Bar Academy. The beer was terrible. Then we headed off to Flapper and Firkin but got distracted by the Yardbird and watched another band. Dan and Joe joined us. Dan got bored and wanted to go somewhere else.
Flapper and Firkin...but that shut early and Dan got bored and wanted to go somewhere else.
All Bar One for expensive couple of pints but we could sit outside, that shut and we headed for the nearest place which was The Pitcher and Piano. A lady that Phil reckoned looked like a witch took a shine to Dan's dreadlocks, perhaps she needed them to make a spell or something.
Next it was the Tap and Spile. I was pretty spent by that point. I think we left about four. Phil was ranting about some bloke in the toilet.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
No Posts For Ages
Lately I've been terrible at keeping this or my diary proper updated.
So...
Friday 30th March - Nick came up from London, beers at my house, then into town around midnight. Drank too much.
Saturday 31st March - Curry in Stirchley and beers in Moseley followed by a very good party, Police and Fire Brigade both joining in with the action.
Sunday 1st April - Er?
Monday 2nd April - Was ridiculously easily persuaded to go to the pub after vowing to save some money ten minutes earlier. Paul was acting strange.
Tuesday 3rd April - Another one of those nothing Tuesday days. Bought some Sonar Tickets.
Wednesday 4th April - Average day at work. Met Paul for a couple in TCs and then met Phil, Ste and Rachael for more beers in the Bell. Went back to Phil's house but limited myself to one whisky.
Thursday 5th April - Lots and lots to do at work so had to work through hangover. Met Phil for a pub lunch in the Country Girl and then off to the Bell again to meet Paul, David Arggghhh and Jamie. Drank far too much. Argued with Joe about whether Paul is depressed or not. Back to Phil's house again but his X-Box (and the eight (or so) pints of cider) made me sick.
Friday 6th April - Chris's birthday, we celebrated without him in the New Inn. Drank far too much. Fell asleep pissed.
Saturday 7th April - Joe's birthday. Drank beer in Malt House. Then went to see Trentmoller at the Custard Factory, got home about half five but couldn't sleep.
Sunday 8th April - Felt terrible. Dozed on settee for about five hours.
Monday 9th April - Still suffering from the extended weekend. Looked at stuff on the interweb.
Tuesday April 10th - Visited Oxford. Spent lots of money.
Wednesday April 11th - Joshua and I went to the Coventry Transport Museum and to the Cathedral. Later met Phil and Rich for a couple of beers in the Bell. Nice day, better than been at work.
Thursday April 12th - Today, been shopping. Now listening to some excellent TECHNO.
So...
Friday 30th March - Nick came up from London, beers at my house, then into town around midnight. Drank too much.
Saturday 31st March - Curry in Stirchley and beers in Moseley followed by a very good party, Police and Fire Brigade both joining in with the action.
Sunday 1st April - Er?
Monday 2nd April - Was ridiculously easily persuaded to go to the pub after vowing to save some money ten minutes earlier. Paul was acting strange.
Tuesday 3rd April - Another one of those nothing Tuesday days. Bought some Sonar Tickets.
Wednesday 4th April - Average day at work. Met Paul for a couple in TCs and then met Phil, Ste and Rachael for more beers in the Bell. Went back to Phil's house but limited myself to one whisky.
Thursday 5th April - Lots and lots to do at work so had to work through hangover. Met Phil for a pub lunch in the Country Girl and then off to the Bell again to meet Paul, David Arggghhh and Jamie. Drank far too much. Argued with Joe about whether Paul is depressed or not. Back to Phil's house again but his X-Box (and the eight (or so) pints of cider) made me sick.
Friday 6th April - Chris's birthday, we celebrated without him in the New Inn. Drank far too much. Fell asleep pissed.
Saturday 7th April - Joe's birthday. Drank beer in Malt House. Then went to see Trentmoller at the Custard Factory, got home about half five but couldn't sleep.
Sunday 8th April - Felt terrible. Dozed on settee for about five hours.
Monday 9th April - Still suffering from the extended weekend. Looked at stuff on the interweb.
Tuesday April 10th - Visited Oxford. Spent lots of money.
Wednesday April 11th - Joshua and I went to the Coventry Transport Museum and to the Cathedral. Later met Phil and Rich for a couple of beers in the Bell. Nice day, better than been at work.
Thursday April 12th - Today, been shopping. Now listening to some excellent TECHNO.
Monday, April 02, 2007
Friday, March 30, 2007
Slooooooooooooow fst
I've had the slowest working week in the history.
Next week will be rather more hectic...lots to do and only four days to do it in.
Next week will be rather more hectic...lots to do and only four days to do it in.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Rather Pleasant.
I've had a rather pleasant weekend, starting Thursday. ;)
After a very busy few days at work I fancied chilling out with a few ales. I arranged to meet with Phil down the Country Girl, I couldn't persuade Paul to join us - he has got it into his head that he gets too tired and can no longer go out two or more nights in a row. Dan also came but sat there not drinking cuz he's got no money and he wouldn't accept any offers of beer.
Considering I'd probably drank a couple too many I woke up feeling rather bright. Dan said that he felt like he was living in an american teen movie because I was listening to Idlewild?? Had a rather productive day at work, handed over some work for testing which was good. Met Ben for a lunchtime pint which is normally the killer of Friday afternoon productivity, strangely it wasn't.
Considered going to see Idlewild in the evening but decided that it might be better to eat this week and so decided against it. Met up with Rich R, Colin and Phil at the Bell in Harborne which was pretty relaxed and rather nice. Joe was playing cards and wouldn't join us. Drank beer called Irish Whiskey Ale which was quite strong. Back to Phil's house afterwards for more beer, we tried to phone Joe to tell him something very important. Phil then tried to give me alcoholic poisoning with some strong ale. Got home far too late...
...woke up with a hangover. Lovely sunny day though. Joshua and I went out to buy Mother's Day presents.
A trip to Moseley in the evening starting in the Bull's Head ending in the Prince of Wales. Everywhere was stupidly busy...something to do with St Patrick apparently...Watching Ireland beat Pakistan was quite funny.
Today took Joshua home early then went to see the New Arts Birmingham Exhibition at Curzon Street Station which was rather good, and then to another one at The Bond on Fazeley Street which was a bit too graffiti and a bit too craft markety for my liking. I very much liked the art of Ross Jones who is part of the WSA Collective.
I then took some pictures of a deserted Digbeth and was quite enjoying meself but clouds formed and the light became quite rubbish.
Now I am annoying my brother by not coming off the computer. Ha ha.
After a very busy few days at work I fancied chilling out with a few ales. I arranged to meet with Phil down the Country Girl, I couldn't persuade Paul to join us - he has got it into his head that he gets too tired and can no longer go out two or more nights in a row. Dan also came but sat there not drinking cuz he's got no money and he wouldn't accept any offers of beer.
Considering I'd probably drank a couple too many I woke up feeling rather bright. Dan said that he felt like he was living in an american teen movie because I was listening to Idlewild?? Had a rather productive day at work, handed over some work for testing which was good. Met Ben for a lunchtime pint which is normally the killer of Friday afternoon productivity, strangely it wasn't.
Considered going to see Idlewild in the evening but decided that it might be better to eat this week and so decided against it. Met up with Rich R, Colin and Phil at the Bell in Harborne which was pretty relaxed and rather nice. Joe was playing cards and wouldn't join us. Drank beer called Irish Whiskey Ale which was quite strong. Back to Phil's house afterwards for more beer, we tried to phone Joe to tell him something very important. Phil then tried to give me alcoholic poisoning with some strong ale. Got home far too late...
...woke up with a hangover. Lovely sunny day though. Joshua and I went out to buy Mother's Day presents.
A trip to Moseley in the evening starting in the Bull's Head ending in the Prince of Wales. Everywhere was stupidly busy...something to do with St Patrick apparently...Watching Ireland beat Pakistan was quite funny.
Today took Joshua home early then went to see the New Arts Birmingham Exhibition at Curzon Street Station which was rather good, and then to another one at The Bond on Fazeley Street which was a bit too graffiti and a bit too craft markety for my liking. I very much liked the art of Ross Jones who is part of the WSA Collective.
I then took some pictures of a deserted Digbeth and was quite enjoying meself but clouds formed and the light became quite rubbish.
Now I am annoying my brother by not coming off the computer. Ha ha.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Work Work Work
Hooray I handed over my software for UA testing meaning no more working till silly o'clock.
LCD Soundsytem
Everybody should go to www.lcdsoundsystemremixed.com and download the Get Innocuous (Geek Chic's Harm-Free Retouch).
Sunday, March 04, 2007
It's Sunday
Been a much less hectic week, less work, less boozing. Feel much less wired/tired so that has to be a good thing.
Last night was supposed to be Emma's Sodding Off to Peru Party but she was poorly and she cancelled it. Instead Dan, Joe and I met at the Fighting Cocks and then went to the Bam Bam Club at the Rainbow.
Last night was supposed to be Emma's Sodding Off to Peru Party but she was poorly and she cancelled it. Instead Dan, Joe and I met at the Fighting Cocks and then went to the Bam Bam Club at the Rainbow.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Vetiver
I've been listening to this lot today, perfect music for Sunday.
http://www.vetiverse.com/
http://www.myspace.com/vetiverse
http://www.vetiverse.com/
http://www.myspace.com/vetiverse
Arghhhh Urrrrrgghhg Blleeuurrrggghhhh
I'm convinced that this man has being trying to kill me this week, first of all with shenaningans on Monday night and then again on Thursday by finishing me off with kans of kronenbourg in after pub drinking.
After leaving his house I was thoroughly ill and unable to balance on slippy back door stairs causing me to take quite a tumble, then lying on my living room floor unable to move with the walls spinning I caught the horrible sight of a dreadlocked hippy walking across the room.
Next morning with a combination of nasty cold and stinking hangover I resolve no more drinking for Richard...
I somehow managed to struggle into work and also managed to stay there till five.
Felt really rough all evening, busied myself with the interesting job of a windows reinstallation and service pack 2 download, successfully avoiding Dan, Dave and Ben's offers of nights out.
Still felt dreadful Saturday, extremely tired however after a lazy day wasn't quite so successful and was back off the wagon and in the Fighting Cocks drinking fine ales shortly.
Was dragged to the skate park but wasn't really up for it...should have gone for a pizza with Phil and Joe instead.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Programming and Hangovers
These last few weeks have been rather intense at work, working weekends too, I've done more work than ever before. But rather than go home and chill out I seem to have ended up in the pub most nights staying out till some ungodly hour. The weeks have gone stupidly quick, I can't believe that it's almost March.
Computer programming with a hangover isn't much fun. And with my head in that state the code is probably as disorganised as my life and in no way elegant whatsover
I was at work till ten on Monday night, rather than go home and sleep and prepare myself for the demo I had to do in the morning I met up with Ben and Mary the most hyperactive woman in the world and stayed out drinking till three(+).
The demo went OK but I had no energy by the evening, I left work early and had a kip but this meant that I couldn't sleep later and when I finally did I had unpleasantly strange dreams.
Yesterday, my brother's band played at the Kitchen in the Custard Factory and suprised me by being really rather good, a bit sloppy and probably need to be tighter but that doesn't really matter because they seem to enjoy playing with each other and have two good front men and three good guitarists.
Bit hungover again this morning...more work!!!
Computer programming with a hangover isn't much fun. And with my head in that state the code is probably as disorganised as my life and in no way elegant whatsover
I was at work till ten on Monday night, rather than go home and sleep and prepare myself for the demo I had to do in the morning I met up with Ben and Mary the most hyperactive woman in the world and stayed out drinking till three(+).
The demo went OK but I had no energy by the evening, I left work early and had a kip but this meant that I couldn't sleep later and when I finally did I had unpleasantly strange dreams.
Yesterday, my brother's band played at the Kitchen in the Custard Factory and suprised me by being really rather good, a bit sloppy and probably need to be tighter but that doesn't really matter because they seem to enjoy playing with each other and have two good front men and three good guitarists.
Bit hungover again this morning...more work!!!
Happy New Year
It's been a while, lately I've either been at work, in the pub or asleep (in that order I think). January and February have been a rather alcoholic. The year started in the skate park in Moseley which was OK but probably not worth the money we paid, Dan and I then went back to Emma's flat to smoke far too many cigarettes and drink too much vodka, I got home about ten or eleven (I forget now).
A week or two later I found myself in the skate park again, this time for acid techno night...it was full of crusties, spreading the love apparently, this finished far too early for my liking which meant that I naturally decided to find another open nightclub to party in.
The Flatpack Festival at the beginning of this month was good, unfortunately everyone in Birmingham seems to have an aversion to interesting things so the opening night I spent on my own. I'd like to say that I was a bit more fortunate with the Known Unknowns party at the Jug of Ale but people seemed very subdued that night and I ended up alone again.
Had a fun night in Leicester for Kerri's birthday, we went to some dodgy real ale place a la Wellington to start with and then to a place called the basement bar which was rather nice and had a good eclectic music policy.
Nick came up a couple of weeks ago, we were snowed in the Actress and Bishop. The next evening was a bit of a strange one, first I went to a Japanese restaurant which was rather nice but a little on the costly side, then to the horrible horrible wellington to meet up with a very very drunk Stephen, Joe, Phil, Chris, Grant and Rachael, Joe went off on one because I wasn't planning on staying around for too long. After that dump closed I went in seach of Dan, Jon, Caroline, Lucy and Rich in another dump the, skate park.
Last weekend was good, Phil's birthday on the Friday after visiting the Joint Stock and The Wellington (again) we ended up hideously boozed up in the Actress and Bishop, not my favourite place but it reasonable I suppose. Saturday was Phil's birthday again but instead of finding myself in the Actress and Bishop for a third time in little over a week I decided to spend what little money I had left and go see Dave Clarke at the Medicine Bar. Very good, I wanted to stay out for the rest of the day but my brother insisted we go home because he was tired...ahhhh.
So a busy few weeks.
A week or two later I found myself in the skate park again, this time for acid techno night...it was full of crusties, spreading the love apparently, this finished far too early for my liking which meant that I naturally decided to find another open nightclub to party in.
The Flatpack Festival at the beginning of this month was good, unfortunately everyone in Birmingham seems to have an aversion to interesting things so the opening night I spent on my own. I'd like to say that I was a bit more fortunate with the Known Unknowns party at the Jug of Ale but people seemed very subdued that night and I ended up alone again.
Had a fun night in Leicester for Kerri's birthday, we went to some dodgy real ale place a la Wellington to start with and then to a place called the basement bar which was rather nice and had a good eclectic music policy.
Nick came up a couple of weeks ago, we were snowed in the Actress and Bishop. The next evening was a bit of a strange one, first I went to a Japanese restaurant which was rather nice but a little on the costly side, then to the horrible horrible wellington to meet up with a very very drunk Stephen, Joe, Phil, Chris, Grant and Rachael, Joe went off on one because I wasn't planning on staying around for too long. After that dump closed I went in seach of Dan, Jon, Caroline, Lucy and Rich in another dump the, skate park.
Last weekend was good, Phil's birthday on the Friday after visiting the Joint Stock and The Wellington (again) we ended up hideously boozed up in the Actress and Bishop, not my favourite place but it reasonable I suppose. Saturday was Phil's birthday again but instead of finding myself in the Actress and Bishop for a third time in little over a week I decided to spend what little money I had left and go see Dave Clarke at the Medicine Bar. Very good, I wanted to stay out for the rest of the day but my brother insisted we go home because he was tired...ahhhh.
So a busy few weeks.
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