Goddammit! Just lost all that exceptionally dull update i'd slaved over for hours!
Here's bullet points, it's probably better for everyone:
Lack of sleep.
Messy friends.
Absinthe.
Give it a name 06...Gay.
Emo kids...cant dance (except for 10 secs at the start of every song when they mosh like normal people, then stop and stand still, weirdest thing ever!)
Ok end of bullet points, it doesn't suit my rambling style. I would have liked to have made it to the meet on saturday, but frankly the aforementioned lack of sleep and the fact i'd been drinking since 12 meant that bed was my inevitable and slightly wobbley destination.
If i could define the ideal sunday, it would pretty much be the day before yesterday. A lie in (thank god), huge breakfast, my first trip to the Tate Modern which was good, though i'm generally slightly ambivalent about modern art, there was a lot of good stuff there. It's always good to see Francis Bacon stuff and curse my feeble memory, i've forgotten the names of two others who i thought were amazing! Balls!
Sunday roast is such a rarity for me at the moment, that it was luxury to enjoy that. We then proceeded to get hopelessly lost (i mean, explored) in covent garden, why are there no cash points there? i was seriously considering stopping people in the street with drinks and asking "where? where did you get the money to buy that?!" maybe some sort of barter system has been set up i'm unaware of. Though god knows what i could have traded, my hat for a JD?
Here's bullet points, it's probably better for everyone:
Lack of sleep.
Messy friends.
Absinthe.
Give it a name 06...Gay.
Emo kids...cant dance (except for 10 secs at the start of every song when they mosh like normal people, then stop and stand still, weirdest thing ever!)
Ok end of bullet points, it doesn't suit my rambling style. I would have liked to have made it to the meet on saturday, but frankly the aforementioned lack of sleep and the fact i'd been drinking since 12 meant that bed was my inevitable and slightly wobbley destination.
If i could define the ideal sunday, it would pretty much be the day before yesterday. A lie in (thank god), huge breakfast, my first trip to the Tate Modern which was good, though i'm generally slightly ambivalent about modern art, there was a lot of good stuff there. It's always good to see Francis Bacon stuff and curse my feeble memory, i've forgotten the names of two others who i thought were amazing! Balls!
Sunday roast is such a rarity for me at the moment, that it was luxury to enjoy that. We then proceeded to get hopelessly lost (i mean, explored) in covent garden, why are there no cash points there? i was seriously considering stopping people in the street with drinks and asking "where? where did you get the money to buy that?!" maybe some sort of barter system has been set up i'm unaware of. Though god knows what i could have traded, my hat for a JD?
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emma_treasure:
yeah i've been to london before, one for teh weekend and once to queue outside of virgin magastores for 7 hours to meet velvet revolver 
i wanna go now tho cos christian slater is in one flew over the cookoos nest!!! 
i wanna go now tho cos christian slater is in one flew over the cookoos nest!!! 
pixiebelle:
I wish I could point and luahg at emo kids inability to dance but I'm in no place to judge as I can't dance for shit! Except when pissed at an eighties night, in which case I seem to think I'm from Flashdance! 