The 100th Journal
Written and Performed by Ross
Last night i decided i was going out.
At about 9.30pm i still hadnt had a drink and i was waiting in a bar called Templars for tickets to a club to go on sale. At 10pm i was still there, the ticket man hadnt shown up.
I went home and my friend Mark was there. Earlier in a phone call he had said he was going to buy some wine. Did i want any he asked? Sure, what kind did i want? White. What did he get me? Lambrini.
Thanks mate.
So what did i do? Drank it in 10 minutes and soon after we went out. A bar round the corner from me does triple's for pretty reasonable prices so after a few of them i was pirking up. We then went to the club to queue and get in. The queue was massive so we decided to go to another bar for a while.
I dont remember going to that bar.
Nor do i remember going back to the club for 2 hours.
Nor do i remember walking home.
Or making about 50 phone calls.
I do remember waking up and feeling sick though. Thanks alcohol, same time tomorrow?
Today i went to meet up with a coursemate i'll be making a documentary with. We're going to be filming a group of squatters who moved into a derelict council building, cleaned it out, did it up, planted a garden and got some computers. They give out free food, free books and have computers in there with internet access. On weekends they have a bicycle workshop where people can go to get their bikes fixed.
They'll be closing down a road near them soon for some kind of carnival with live music.
Somehow the conversation went from that to our lecturer Deborah Tuck and how we could make a film about her. Essentially someone would put shoe polish on their faces put on a wig and run around town shouting "i'm deborah tuck!" while somebody beat boxed in the background. (She's white by the way and i suspect she's an alcoholic.)
Then once she'd watched it i'd knock her drink in her face, flour bomb her, spin around click my fingers and say "you just got served".
For the evaluation i'd copy out a few pages on Russian history and replace names with the word squatters.
I wonder if i'd get a good mark?
That reminds me of a piece of coursework i did back in school for Graphic Design.
I'd planned out this elaborate and quite frankly brilliant project drawn lots of fantastic ideas then given up caring. Everyone was handing in these thick folders of work and i had about 5 pages done.
My solution? take A3 sheets of each different colour of card and write on a sheet of paper infront of it, "this is card". It bulked up my folder of work but strangely enough my teacher wasnt impressed.
I've just watched the first disk of Scrubs Season 3 and soon i'll have 2 hours of KungFu to contend with in a hungover state much like sunday.
Its been a good day so far, i've been laughing alot.
Hope your enjoy yours too xx
This was an official broadcast from the Ross Political Party, always remember to drink in moderation
Written and Performed by Ross
Last night i decided i was going out.
At about 9.30pm i still hadnt had a drink and i was waiting in a bar called Templars for tickets to a club to go on sale. At 10pm i was still there, the ticket man hadnt shown up.
I went home and my friend Mark was there. Earlier in a phone call he had said he was going to buy some wine. Did i want any he asked? Sure, what kind did i want? White. What did he get me? Lambrini.
Thanks mate.
So what did i do? Drank it in 10 minutes and soon after we went out. A bar round the corner from me does triple's for pretty reasonable prices so after a few of them i was pirking up. We then went to the club to queue and get in. The queue was massive so we decided to go to another bar for a while.
I dont remember going to that bar.
Nor do i remember going back to the club for 2 hours.
Nor do i remember walking home.
Or making about 50 phone calls.
I do remember waking up and feeling sick though. Thanks alcohol, same time tomorrow?
Today i went to meet up with a coursemate i'll be making a documentary with. We're going to be filming a group of squatters who moved into a derelict council building, cleaned it out, did it up, planted a garden and got some computers. They give out free food, free books and have computers in there with internet access. On weekends they have a bicycle workshop where people can go to get their bikes fixed.
They'll be closing down a road near them soon for some kind of carnival with live music.
Somehow the conversation went from that to our lecturer Deborah Tuck and how we could make a film about her. Essentially someone would put shoe polish on their faces put on a wig and run around town shouting "i'm deborah tuck!" while somebody beat boxed in the background. (She's white by the way and i suspect she's an alcoholic.)
Then once she'd watched it i'd knock her drink in her face, flour bomb her, spin around click my fingers and say "you just got served".
For the evaluation i'd copy out a few pages on Russian history and replace names with the word squatters.
I wonder if i'd get a good mark?
That reminds me of a piece of coursework i did back in school for Graphic Design.
I'd planned out this elaborate and quite frankly brilliant project drawn lots of fantastic ideas then given up caring. Everyone was handing in these thick folders of work and i had about 5 pages done.
My solution? take A3 sheets of each different colour of card and write on a sheet of paper infront of it, "this is card". It bulked up my folder of work but strangely enough my teacher wasnt impressed.
I've just watched the first disk of Scrubs Season 3 and soon i'll have 2 hours of KungFu to contend with in a hungover state much like sunday.
Its been a good day so far, i've been laughing alot.
Hope your enjoy yours too xx
This was an official broadcast from the Ross Political Party, always remember to drink in moderation
VIEW 21 of 21 COMMENTS
silveronthetree:
I`ve lost count At least you know
mat8drb:
Yep, 91 sodding days of it.