Last Night
I went to that shithole Sway last night with Gareth, Daz and J. We had the unfortunate situation of being caught up with all the sweaty Engerland fans on the train at wembley and it was bloody packed. J was half hanging out at one point and the situation wasn't made any better having to endure slurping from a couple right next to us. Not only were they complete dog breaths and butt ugly but their endless pecking and sloppy kissing was enough to form a furrowed frown on daz's face!
We went to a dump for pre drinks and got stuck into some strongbows. As you're all aware, we sometimes drink lager, somtimes cider. Different drinks for different needs. We congregated ourselves round the fruit machine and played the monopoly game only to be thwarted on a number of occasions by a dodgy question about castles or something along those lines. It was quite funny as after we'd vacated, two guys that looked no better than a pair of tramps scuttled over and won!
In Sway we decided to go upstairs to the Restaurant area and sank some cheap wine and traded crass and yuppie bent. Daz and J got the last train home and me and gareth then went downstairs for larks. At this point i started to get really buttied and don't remember a lot apart from galavanting around the dancefloor with Gareth persuing some spanish girls. We saw Fragma live and i think gareth spoke to her briefly.
We then left and had a wretchedly long walk to Marble Arch to catch the oxford tube back to Hillingdon. We always seem to get unlucky with how long we have to wait, there were countless busses to Luton Airport but no sign of ours. At this stage it was getting pretty cold and we were both shattered. I was so buttfucked i couldn't even fucking text properly, so got Gareth to text on my behalf, letting AC know i was travelling back.
Eventually the bus came and then at Hillingdon we got a cab back to eastcote. The taxi driver tried to con us with what he was going to charge, so i'll transcribe Gareth's account of events that he texted this afternoon:
'How much mate?' 'That will be £18 please' 'what the....we only came from Hillingdon, i'll get out here.' 'ok, £14' 'ok mate, here's how it is, i'm simply not paying that, we weren't born yesterday' 'i'm afraid it costs more because its a sunday' 'oh come off it mate, we aren't exactly stopping you from going to church!'
hahahaha! I think Gareth even got his phone out to show him the mileage and in the rear view mirror i could see he started to look guilty.
In the end i got in at 5.50am with the birds tweeting (always a bad sign) and it starting oto get very light.
Needless to say i was incredibly hungover today....
Sunday, 29 March 2009
Monday, 23 March 2009
Update
Sport
It's getting very interesting in the Premier League now. Every game that passes now, Fergie is looking more red faced, chewing even more gum and apparently has been venting his anger and frustration at the petulant, fat necked Wayne Rooney in training recently. I still think the Scousers will bottle it but one more slip up from united and there could be a a different name at the top of the league.
Andy Murray beat Federer in the Masters AGAIN the other day. Apparently there was a bit of niggle too and not suprisingly so. Imagine losing to that pale, droning git again, it would do your fucking head in. Luckily enough i've got tickets to go and see the final Masters event at the o2 arena later in the year. Any anti Murray chants, banners you have - pass them to me and i'll happily relay the message when i'm there.
F1 looks like it will be vastly different to last year with Ferrari and Mclaren dominating. Apparently the best car in practice ahead of the first Grand prix this weekend is the Honda team with Jenson Button. Just goes to show that it's the car and not the drivers. Hopefully people will cut out the Lewis Hamilton wanking sessions, the wankers!
Bent
Went out with Daz and some ex work colleagues to Roadhouse in Covent Garden on Saturday. It was a good night, considering everyone was shattered before we'd even got there. Me and Daz had some wine and not before long we were grinding the shit out of each other and anyone who dared to walk past. The lowlight of the night was having to pay 20p to use the toilet at North Acton. What a shithole! Daz made sure it remained that way by slashing on the floor in the cubicle next to me with the splash back almost going up my leg! dirty!
Got Don's birthday bent down the den tonight, so sure as hell we'll be drinking ourselves into a stupour and delivering loud and crass bent. Which brings me onto the Lucie's. Me and J were chuckling the other day at how we're keeping them both sweet. They dislike each other which was made even more obvious last Thursday with a tipsy Hilton explaining her side of the 'bricked house & swinging golf clubs at house party gate'. J made comment that as long as we nod our heads and grunt the odd approval at their dislike of the other Lucie then our loyalty is still in tact (without their knowledge) and we still get a cunt load of drink!
It's getting very interesting in the Premier League now. Every game that passes now, Fergie is looking more red faced, chewing even more gum and apparently has been venting his anger and frustration at the petulant, fat necked Wayne Rooney in training recently. I still think the Scousers will bottle it but one more slip up from united and there could be a a different name at the top of the league.
Andy Murray beat Federer in the Masters AGAIN the other day. Apparently there was a bit of niggle too and not suprisingly so. Imagine losing to that pale, droning git again, it would do your fucking head in. Luckily enough i've got tickets to go and see the final Masters event at the o2 arena later in the year. Any anti Murray chants, banners you have - pass them to me and i'll happily relay the message when i'm there.
F1 looks like it will be vastly different to last year with Ferrari and Mclaren dominating. Apparently the best car in practice ahead of the first Grand prix this weekend is the Honda team with Jenson Button. Just goes to show that it's the car and not the drivers. Hopefully people will cut out the Lewis Hamilton wanking sessions, the wankers!
Bent
Went out with Daz and some ex work colleagues to Roadhouse in Covent Garden on Saturday. It was a good night, considering everyone was shattered before we'd even got there. Me and Daz had some wine and not before long we were grinding the shit out of each other and anyone who dared to walk past. The lowlight of the night was having to pay 20p to use the toilet at North Acton. What a shithole! Daz made sure it remained that way by slashing on the floor in the cubicle next to me with the splash back almost going up my leg! dirty!
Got Don's birthday bent down the den tonight, so sure as hell we'll be drinking ourselves into a stupour and delivering loud and crass bent. Which brings me onto the Lucie's. Me and J were chuckling the other day at how we're keeping them both sweet. They dislike each other which was made even more obvious last Thursday with a tipsy Hilton explaining her side of the 'bricked house & swinging golf clubs at house party gate'. J made comment that as long as we nod our heads and grunt the odd approval at their dislike of the other Lucie then our loyalty is still in tact (without their knowledge) and we still get a cunt load of drink!
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