So yeah, the weekend had highs and lows.
It was great to see Katja and her friends again, I've not been down to Brighton for ages. The train journeys sucked, but there is something quite satisfying for a small town fella like myself to navigate across the greater london metropolitan area armed with a good hat and quite a lot of charm.
there was an interesting birthday party at the grottiest pub in the world, I got educated in the finer points of bad 80s music, I met my first transexual, got snogged by Katja's new boyfriend and bought a great pair of mirrored Aviators.
No tattooing though, which is unsurprising, considering the amount that got drunk over the weekend. But still it niggles me slightly. I'm going to have to have a word soon I reckon.
In other news, it looks like Download's a big fucking bust. When I finally got the money for my ticket, I discovered that camping tickets are sold out. I'm checking ebay, but the people there are seriously taking the piss with their prices. so it looks like I'll have to sit that one out.
It's a bit odd though, I've had a bit of a feeling of impending melancholia. I have no idea why. It just feels like something is making me want to brace myself for something bad. I hate it when I get that feeling, because most of the time it becomes one of those self fulfilling prophecies, you look for something bad and lo and behold, it appears. I'm jsut trying to shake it at the moment. Probably nothing.
But... it looks like something awful may be happening in my housemate's love life. I hope it doesn't, but well, that 's not in my hands in the slightest. Fingers crossed for him though. His dad's coming to stay with us for a week or so on thursday, so that should be interesting.
The boss is out with me tomorrow, that should be a joy to behold.
It was great to see Katja and her friends again, I've not been down to Brighton for ages. The train journeys sucked, but there is something quite satisfying for a small town fella like myself to navigate across the greater london metropolitan area armed with a good hat and quite a lot of charm.
there was an interesting birthday party at the grottiest pub in the world, I got educated in the finer points of bad 80s music, I met my first transexual, got snogged by Katja's new boyfriend and bought a great pair of mirrored Aviators.
No tattooing though, which is unsurprising, considering the amount that got drunk over the weekend. But still it niggles me slightly. I'm going to have to have a word soon I reckon.
In other news, it looks like Download's a big fucking bust. When I finally got the money for my ticket, I discovered that camping tickets are sold out. I'm checking ebay, but the people there are seriously taking the piss with their prices. so it looks like I'll have to sit that one out.
It's a bit odd though, I've had a bit of a feeling of impending melancholia. I have no idea why. It just feels like something is making me want to brace myself for something bad. I hate it when I get that feeling, because most of the time it becomes one of those self fulfilling prophecies, you look for something bad and lo and behold, it appears. I'm jsut trying to shake it at the moment. Probably nothing.
But... it looks like something awful may be happening in my housemate's love life. I hope it doesn't, but well, that 's not in my hands in the slightest. Fingers crossed for him though. His dad's coming to stay with us for a week or so on thursday, so that should be interesting.
The boss is out with me tomorrow, that should be a joy to behold.
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harleen:
A week in bed is never a bad thing! There are, of course, certain prerequisites that make it better - large bar of chocolate, toffee popcorn, lots of tea, comfy bedsocks, something/one to cuddle.
sticks:
Aaah, you see - the sky isn't blue. Colour is a perception, so (arguably) it doesn't exist at all.