beestealer

Has anyone else who has spent a long time drinking over a few days found themselves kinda wanting a beer for breakfast? I used to just cave as a teenager, my liver hardening jaunts culminating when, through escalation with a bandmate in our van, ate a bowl of frosties with cider as we had no milk.

I have just spent 3 days getting disturbingly hammered with a very old friend from west wales. Tom. He is a dude. He's off on a world tour next week so he's doing some rounds before he goes with those that matter, he's good like that.

I'm not going into full detailed gossip detail of conversations, girls, blowouts and jokes because... I just don't have the time. Plus a lot of it takes savage amounts of back story etc... basically great times.

We started with quiet drinks on thursday at the Social where we saw about 3 bands that sounded like The Killers about 4 years too late, they were a beautifully polished and matured interpretation though, so no complaints.

Then we escalated the event on friday night (I'm liking that word today, so don't burn my narrow literary palette, anyway we all know there's a two colour minimum and one accent tone to any celebrated aesthetic art, of course the accent can be multitonal... I think, I digress, I close the bracket) joining his brother and a few of his work mates at The Pit (he live in Nottingham) which was lovely. The Maltcross as well which is a great little bar, an old music hall I'm told that's been converted, so it has this gallery mezzanine type affair looking down on the main bar. I can't remember where we ended up, indie disco really.

Train early saturday morning to Birmingham to continue. Must have been an odd sight at the train station , we were still in the clothes we slept in, looking... ummm... like shit. Red eyes and stinking, smoking constantly when we could and very unshaven. I had skinny blue jeans and a lumberjack shirt with my prized lumberjack jacket (it's got a massive colar with straps on so you can kook it round your neck like a scarf) and my beaten leather shoulder bag, plus two co-op bags full of asorted beers. Tom had his suit trousers still on and shoes but had replaced the jacket with a plain navy blue hoodie and a pair of narrow sunglasses, also this barrel bag he's travelling with. Which looks a lot fuller and heavier than it should be. I wish I could have got a photo, we looked like the scummiest dodgey would-be criminals I'd ever seen.

So we played up to it.

Protecting the barrel bag nervously and shouting in code across spaces if we needed to talk at distance. Making sure we ran onto the train talking quietly about watching not to damage the bag and about our would-be pursuers. Obviously we drank through the journey. We were pretty wrecked by the time we reached Birmingham and had subtley scared the carriage we were in to the point of being welcomed at New Street by transport police. We explained our situation and after a brief bout os questioning they let us go, they had a feeling it was a hoax... unsuprisingly.They were thinking about confiscating our beers but we managed to worm our way out coz the bags had empties in to and I don't think they wan't to deal with those.

Saturday night involved a burlesque night at The Academy in Brum... with Dragonforce. Bizzarly the club had a VIP section, never have them usually at the Academy, but half of the balcony was closed off for VIP. Only Dragonforce would do this. Also they were wandering around the club with a mini posse collecting all the girls who were dressed up, or were hot. This was pretty dickish in my opinion, lol... but then, hell, I would. So we joined one of the groups chatting to them and managed to wing ourselves some wrist bands. It was a dead good call, AKA it was full of hot burlesque pretty young things, lol.... Tom and I continued to use the old psych games to chat to people, he's a bit like Darren Brown for the suggestion etc and he knows NLP etc... although he's very moral with it, that's his name to most people... Moral.

I bought a camera finally, on sunday with the movie monies... so here is a pic... I bought the camera after I had finished the above weekend, sooooo. No evidence, lol. But meh, next time.


I still don't know what to call it. It'll come.

Nottingham is kinda getting me down a bit at the moment. Everyone is cool, but they're wary, which is to be expected really. I haven't been playing The Game hard enough and so I probably seem a bit weird by how relaxed I am by my situation, or something... I know they say it takes 6 months to get settled somewhere, but the way my life seems to be running I don't know if I'll be in one place for 6 months. Everything is pretty uncertain and I'm so annoyingly content with it. Still Matt is here now (AKA my 3rd year friend, 3rd year of primary education that is, we go back, lol) and it's been fun hanging out with him, he has a great outlook on things.

I think we will be residence of the open mics in Notts for sure, I like free and live music . If you see us, say hey.