Friday: Went into Sound & Image got a load of stuff really cheap (a Flux of Pink Indians and two Clash seven inches plus Cathedral & Jefferson Airplane CDs) then did my food shopping, saw Liam with his Dad before I got off the bus coming home. Left the house after half seven. The bus was late and I had to deal with a bunch of teenage Chav girls at the bus stop, one asked if I had a lighter, I said I don't smoke and she called me a wanker, one of her friend said "you should, it's really good." Got to the Tap, saw no one I knew (well that's an exaggeration, what I mean is there wasn't anyone I knew well enough to hang out with). Some girl I met down the Manor came over while I was trying to get to the bar and balanced an empty bottle of cider (that really trendy one, begins with an M, not cool enough to remember what it's called) on my head then fucked off and left it there. After awhile I was begging to think that I'd wind up going home in a couple of hours if no one showed up, then I saw Sam across the room went over to say hello, then I ran into Ollie, then Chris, then Mills after I put my jacket in the cloak room, then Ed when I came back to the others. So I didn't have to go home and miscellaneous fun was had. Everyone fucked off after twelve, so me and Chris said fuck it we're all meeting up tomorrow night anyway, went to the kebab shop then got our taxis home. My taxi driver didn't just think I was drunk (which I normally try to do to get out of a conversation) but that I was also going to be sick and alerted me to the sick bags he had in the back of the passenger seat.
Saturday: Went mad and decided to re-alphabetise my CDs, records and books. Walked to Chatham and back for vitamins. Bought a ticket for Download. Got to Tap after nine, found Ollie, laughed at Terry's drunken twattishness until Mills came down, hung about, talked bollocks, listened to bad music. Met two pissed up forty year old Metal blokes, one of whom thought I was American and "Toby's mate." Stayed 'til one am then left for kebab shop and taxi.
Saturday: Went mad and decided to re-alphabetise my CDs, records and books. Walked to Chatham and back for vitamins. Bought a ticket for Download. Got to Tap after nine, found Ollie, laughed at Terry's drunken twattishness until Mills came down, hung about, talked bollocks, listened to bad music. Met two pissed up forty year old Metal blokes, one of whom thought I was American and "Toby's mate." Stayed 'til one am then left for kebab shop and taxi.