complicity

Ooof! I'm not sure if Nottingham broke us, or we broke Notingham!
I've just returned from seeing Me first and the gimme gimmes at Rock City with my flatmates. It was a great night, a messy night and a memorable night for both good and bad reasons! I haven't been that chaotically drunk for a very long time, we arrived at 2, were in the pub by half past. Several beverages later we found ourselves in the Tap and Tumbleweed (or something) which had some good tunes and very friendly barstaff, although they wouldn't make us Jaeger-bombs, and the serious drinking commenced, JD's with Jaeger shots (except for Lee who is a raving bummer, and was alternating Baileys and Galliano! for fucks sake!). Rock City was a heaving sweaty pit of chaos, thank god, i was beginning to worry after the total farce of Give it a name, full of crazy people who know how to act in a pit. We danced, we sung our little hearts out, some of us got bruised. It was a bit weird at the end, maybe we got lost, but when we followed the signs for downstairs to go to the club, we were told "go that way to keep drinking" and ended up piling out into the street along with everyone else! Odd, not sure if it was a deliberate ploy or not, oh well, back to the Tap and Tosspot whereupon we drank more and horrendously embarressed ourselves by singing at the top of our voices to everything from Alice Coopers Poison to U2! Trawling the streets looking for somewhere to keep going flatmate no.1 almost walked into the back of a police car and even flatmate no.2 joined in the public nudity (i expected better of her, but then i may have exposed a little of myself too it was cold ok!) We found a club that agreed to let us in if we could tell them a joke, so we did. Yuk! Goddamn indie clubs! Ah well at least they kept the drinks flowing, even if the bouncers did follow us, watching like hawks while we did the can-can and generally ridiculed the stripy polo shirt wearing tools! Back at the hotel, though i can't remember getting there, all i can say is thank god there was no booze there or christ knows what would have happened beyond the throwing things, linen destroying, spoon inserting madness that occured. That was one of the funniest things i've ever seen, flatmate no.1 pretending to stick a teaspoon up his bum, falling against the wall and... well...violating himself! I almost died, i'll never foget his face!! I just wish i'd remembered before making tea this morning!

So, i'm home now, feeling better than i should probably, also feeling good cos i've just transferred a bunch of money into the london flat savings fund! This makes me happy!

I've also been talking to a few bands on myspace about auditions for when i move, which is ace, though slightly scary...well out of my comfort zone there, I've never auditioned, and i can't believe no-one will spot the fact that i can't actually play bass! Fuck it! I'll just wear a cowboy hat and pose like a bitch (it's worked thus far!)
So does anyone know of any bands in london that need a bass player?

Later, my heads gone fuzzy again!