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Raise a glass to the underworld!
Posted 28th April 2003 at 11:58am by Stu
Ouch, had a nasty headache since Saturday afternoon and it won't go away.
Weekend started on a high then went rapidly downhill... Wildhearts were f'kin immense on Friday night... what a band. Hung out with lots of cool people, met a whole bunch of new people, ran into people I haven't seen for a long, long time, and even had a blether with Mr Random Jon Poole himself. Cool. I was utterly shit-faced by the end of the WH's set though, I have no idea how much of a fanny I might have made of myself through the course of the night. Had a whole lot of fun, though... until I woke up at Janettes on Saturday morning with little to no idea why I was there. I had gone to the Cathouse with George, and it's all a blank from there... I couldn't have been there for long, apparently I appeared at Janette's making no sense whatsoever at about 12am, before literally climbing the walls in an attempt to get a hold of something to stop me from falling, even though I spent most of the time huddled up on the floor. Freaky... I don't remember taking anything, and I don't want to get suspicious of anyone because I can't think of any reason to. Maybe I was just exhausted from the lack of sleep and the partying hard, or going crazy or something. I wasn't hungover or anything, which is weird.
The rest of the weekend was shit... had a big falling-out with Janette on Saturday afternoon (long story, not for here, nothing to do with my weird behaviour the night before), so I went home myself all angry and freaked out. It was late afternoon by that point, so I called off my trip to Mull... everything was too messed up to be spending all that money for one night. Shame, I hear it was a great weekend... bah. Next year, definately. Took the phone off the hook, then spent most of the rest of the time playing some PC games and clearing up the house a bit. Janette came over last night, but we've still not really patched things up... I'm not really sure what to do about it.
Tired and unmotivated in work, suprise suprise. At least Big Gee's back today, so I don't have to work as hard as I have been. I think an off-day should be OK today, I'll make up for it later in the week.
Got a gig on Thursday that we haven't really prepared for. Oops... better get sorted, I don't even have my guitar, it's at Janette's. Ach... we'll rock anyway.
Did I mention how fuckin' good the Wildhearts were on Friday?
Weekend started on a high then went rapidly downhill... Wildhearts were f'kin immense on Friday night... what a band. Hung out with lots of cool people, met a whole bunch of new people, ran into people I haven't seen for a long, long time, and even had a blether with Mr Random Jon Poole himself. Cool. I was utterly shit-faced by the end of the WH's set though, I have no idea how much of a fanny I might have made of myself through the course of the night. Had a whole lot of fun, though... until I woke up at Janettes on Saturday morning with little to no idea why I was there. I had gone to the Cathouse with George, and it's all a blank from there... I couldn't have been there for long, apparently I appeared at Janette's making no sense whatsoever at about 12am, before literally climbing the walls in an attempt to get a hold of something to stop me from falling, even though I spent most of the time huddled up on the floor. Freaky... I don't remember taking anything, and I don't want to get suspicious of anyone because I can't think of any reason to. Maybe I was just exhausted from the lack of sleep and the partying hard, or going crazy or something. I wasn't hungover or anything, which is weird.
The rest of the weekend was shit... had a big falling-out with Janette on Saturday afternoon (long story, not for here, nothing to do with my weird behaviour the night before), so I went home myself all angry and freaked out. It was late afternoon by that point, so I called off my trip to Mull... everything was too messed up to be spending all that money for one night. Shame, I hear it was a great weekend... bah. Next year, definately. Took the phone off the hook, then spent most of the rest of the time playing some PC games and clearing up the house a bit. Janette came over last night, but we've still not really patched things up... I'm not really sure what to do about it.
Tired and unmotivated in work, suprise suprise. At least Big Gee's back today, so I don't have to work as hard as I have been. I think an off-day should be OK today, I'll make up for it later in the week.
Got a gig on Thursday that we haven't really prepared for. Oops... better get sorted, I don't even have my guitar, it's at Janette's. Ach... we'll rock anyway.
Did I mention how fuckin' good the Wildhearts were on Friday?
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 |  What do you mean 'haven't really prepared for'? We haven't prepared *at all*  |
Posted 28th April 2003 at 7:43pm by Posh  |
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