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This place is open. Blood, sweat, tears and printing ink, but it's finally fucking open.

At the launch party tonight we only managed to trash three of the rooms and get girls dancing topless on two of the bars. Further work is clearly required.

So, aye. Things happen. So does stuff. I work like a bastard, I drink like one when not working, and generally my social life goes to shit. Thankfully I am lucky enough to have a very understanding bunch of friends. We are all overachieving slackers, so we all ignore each other for equally long periods of time. Then when we do get in touch again...
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Im drunk, therefore I am updating. Its what I do when I get home drunk.

I love you all.

Still being drunk is the only possible explanation for my not being hungover this morning.

Tonight? The Blitzkreig Bop at the Arches, starring the fucking outstanding Hoboken.

Yas!

I love doing things I aint supposed to. Never growing up is definitely the way forward.

Weeks off from work are meant to be relaxing, right? Hmm.

Silly oclock flights to Birmingham, Neds Atomic Dustbin reuinion/single launch gig, more old-school indie T-shirts in one room than should ever be allowed. Try wandering the shops only to find Pride weekend getting in the way, six-foot-something black tranvestite DJ in Selfridges with Mr Gay UK, blazing sunshine, hailstones, storms, more sunshine back to...
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So, launch of a new venue in Glasgow last night. Well, and old place who have never really done very well redecorated and had a launch party to show off the fact that they now have a stage and put bands on. Fun? Maybe. It was a press launch, so by definition it was full of journalistic wankers and hangers-on. I believe the technical term...
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Beers great, isnt it?