Life is good.
So I've just been lying back in my room, bringing one obsession to a close, with the last volume of Transmetropolitan (to a soundtrack of Rise Against, thanks munch!) and starting a whole new one with the first volume of Preacher (switch over to some Johnny Cash). Not a bad come-down for what's turned out to be a rather eventful week. Starting at the beginning would be boring, so kindly allow me to do my best impression of a 16-year-old with a porno movie and fast-forwards past the plot to the action.
WEDNESDAY:
Went to meet Ladyinsane, Sianyriot, Jayne, antenna and adthrawn for some drinkies before the PJ Harvey concert. 'Some drinkies' turned into 'a few too many of some kind of banana-scented beer that was quite obviously laced with Spanish Fly and meths' and herding the drunken fools to the concert proved a rather tricky job, as was keping their shirts on (Goddamn my well-hidden chivalrous streak). During the concert, me, Munch and Jayne retreated to Pizza Hut for pizza and ice cream before meeting the guys after they came out of the concert again and parting ways. I got my phone pinched at some point during the evening, but fuck it, this kind of crap happens to almost anyone who lives in London sooner or later, and I can't work up the anger to get good and pissed right about now.
THURSDAY:
Once more the Awesome hat of Pimpitudeinosity(TM) was brought out of storage for another evening shooting for the Brandviolet music video with antenna, brainfreeze, SwayCasi, Neonkick and, of coruse, Brandviolet. I finally got to see Brandviolet play live and they rocked the motherfucking hizzouse. The sound system could have been better but they still played up a storm. Freat stuff, I know they're headed for big things. Anyhow, the shooting was fun as ever, I got to hang wid me bitches, marvel at the preddy ladies in their PVC and negligees and corrupt small children with blood, biting and booblies. Hurrah.
SATURDAY:
Oh lordy-lordy. Started off innocently enough at work (even if I did have to deal with an old man making sex noises in the reference section, such is the life of your average local librarian. Show one some love next time, they need it) but then it was on to SGUK watering hole of choice, The Ship, for some long overdue drunken insanity. I shall now attempt a, no doubt woefully inadequate, roll-call
Kinto
missellie
TheNonStopDancer
Ladyinsane
Sianyriot
Partiallyblind
Jayne
Nickysonic
tobie
G1
Nic
Traumatron
Cherry
munch
Ciel
TheFuckOffKid
doplex3000
Cakemix
Snowelf
razorpsych
Hermes
Pen2k
Mariana
Tilly
Swaycasi
adthrawn
Growleroo
Learoy
Bloodflowers
iago4282
antenna
brainfreeze
Pearlbass
abaddon
Vicky
Neonkick
I knew it was going to be a fantastic evening as soon as I spotted Lisa and Siany walking up the road on the way to The Ship. I stood there in the middle of the road, pointing at them with a look of mixed disbelief and elation and yelling out "YOU!" before suddenly finding myself being mauled by lesbians. They weren't the only ones who turned up unannounced though, Preppy, Nic, Traumatron, Nickysonic and Jayne all helped make the meet extra-special with their unexpected but very welcome presences. You were all awesome, naturally, and I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to talk to all of you, let alone talk to some of you as much as I would have liked. The rest of the night was scarily fun. There was illegal dancing, bananas being eaten out of people's crotches, Chery and Ladyinsane kept molesting me, it was all good. We even took a trip up to the enarby arcade for some quality karaoke action, however the booth was broken and we ended up on the Dance Dance Revolution machine instead. I naturally triumphed over that rhythmless loser TheNonStopDancer thanks to the sheer mojo of my pimp hat whereas Cherry and Ciel danced each other off to a standstill, having found a new obsession. Much as I would have loved to keep going till the last, I had to be up early ona coach the next day, so had to bid all you lovely loonies adieu.
SUNDAY:
Well it was up early to be on a coach to Stoke. Why Stoke you may ask? Well to celebrate another year in which the Earth is just that infinitessimally bit better by having Asha on it. After too many hours spent on a coach, I finally arrived and was greeted by Asha who took me straight to the club whre I got to meet a fine variety of SGUK folks, such as:
catcher
matt_organic
Phoenixfox
Daisy
Morticiajet
Kit (who regrettably I never got around to talking to)
As well as a bunch of other swell types who made me feel quite welcome despite the fact that I felt completely out of my element. It was then 10 hours of Cyber/Industrial tunes, barbequed beefburgers, large numbers of Jack and Cokes, watching the purty people dance with their boggling amounts of props, oh, and a trip to the sweetshop for Pic N Mix. After that it was all (and I mean all) back to Asha's where I fail to believe we crammed about 20 people in there for bad porn, Family Guy, pizza and so forth. I finally managed to curl up on a chair for a few hours sleep before getting up for another coach back to London with Asha.
So, all in all, good people, good times, good God.
Show Big Poppa some love.
So I've just been lying back in my room, bringing one obsession to a close, with the last volume of Transmetropolitan (to a soundtrack of Rise Against, thanks munch!) and starting a whole new one with the first volume of Preacher (switch over to some Johnny Cash). Not a bad come-down for what's turned out to be a rather eventful week. Starting at the beginning would be boring, so kindly allow me to do my best impression of a 16-year-old with a porno movie and fast-forwards past the plot to the action.
WEDNESDAY:
Went to meet Ladyinsane, Sianyriot, Jayne, antenna and adthrawn for some drinkies before the PJ Harvey concert. 'Some drinkies' turned into 'a few too many of some kind of banana-scented beer that was quite obviously laced with Spanish Fly and meths' and herding the drunken fools to the concert proved a rather tricky job, as was keping their shirts on (Goddamn my well-hidden chivalrous streak). During the concert, me, Munch and Jayne retreated to Pizza Hut for pizza and ice cream before meeting the guys after they came out of the concert again and parting ways. I got my phone pinched at some point during the evening, but fuck it, this kind of crap happens to almost anyone who lives in London sooner or later, and I can't work up the anger to get good and pissed right about now.
THURSDAY:
Once more the Awesome hat of Pimpitudeinosity(TM) was brought out of storage for another evening shooting for the Brandviolet music video with antenna, brainfreeze, SwayCasi, Neonkick and, of coruse, Brandviolet. I finally got to see Brandviolet play live and they rocked the motherfucking hizzouse. The sound system could have been better but they still played up a storm. Freat stuff, I know they're headed for big things. Anyhow, the shooting was fun as ever, I got to hang wid me bitches, marvel at the preddy ladies in their PVC and negligees and corrupt small children with blood, biting and booblies. Hurrah.
SATURDAY:
Oh lordy-lordy. Started off innocently enough at work (even if I did have to deal with an old man making sex noises in the reference section, such is the life of your average local librarian. Show one some love next time, they need it) but then it was on to SGUK watering hole of choice, The Ship, for some long overdue drunken insanity. I shall now attempt a, no doubt woefully inadequate, roll-call
Kinto
missellie
TheNonStopDancer
Ladyinsane
Sianyriot
Partiallyblind
Jayne
Nickysonic
tobie
G1
Nic
Traumatron
Cherry
munch
Ciel
TheFuckOffKid
doplex3000
Cakemix
Snowelf
razorpsych
Hermes
Pen2k
Mariana
Tilly
Swaycasi
adthrawn
Growleroo
Learoy
Bloodflowers
iago4282
antenna
brainfreeze
Pearlbass
abaddon
Vicky
Neonkick
I knew it was going to be a fantastic evening as soon as I spotted Lisa and Siany walking up the road on the way to The Ship. I stood there in the middle of the road, pointing at them with a look of mixed disbelief and elation and yelling out "YOU!" before suddenly finding myself being mauled by lesbians. They weren't the only ones who turned up unannounced though, Preppy, Nic, Traumatron, Nickysonic and Jayne all helped make the meet extra-special with their unexpected but very welcome presences. You were all awesome, naturally, and I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to talk to all of you, let alone talk to some of you as much as I would have liked. The rest of the night was scarily fun. There was illegal dancing, bananas being eaten out of people's crotches, Chery and Ladyinsane kept molesting me, it was all good. We even took a trip up to the enarby arcade for some quality karaoke action, however the booth was broken and we ended up on the Dance Dance Revolution machine instead. I naturally triumphed over that rhythmless loser TheNonStopDancer thanks to the sheer mojo of my pimp hat whereas Cherry and Ciel danced each other off to a standstill, having found a new obsession. Much as I would have loved to keep going till the last, I had to be up early ona coach the next day, so had to bid all you lovely loonies adieu.
SUNDAY:
Well it was up early to be on a coach to Stoke. Why Stoke you may ask? Well to celebrate another year in which the Earth is just that infinitessimally bit better by having Asha on it. After too many hours spent on a coach, I finally arrived and was greeted by Asha who took me straight to the club whre I got to meet a fine variety of SGUK folks, such as:
catcher
matt_organic
Phoenixfox
Daisy
Morticiajet
Kit (who regrettably I never got around to talking to)
As well as a bunch of other swell types who made me feel quite welcome despite the fact that I felt completely out of my element. It was then 10 hours of Cyber/Industrial tunes, barbequed beefburgers, large numbers of Jack and Cokes, watching the purty people dance with their boggling amounts of props, oh, and a trip to the sweetshop for Pic N Mix. After that it was all (and I mean all) back to Asha's where I fail to believe we crammed about 20 people in there for bad porn, Family Guy, pizza and so forth. I finally managed to curl up on a chair for a few hours sleep before getting up for another coach back to London with Asha.
So, all in all, good people, good times, good God.
Show Big Poppa some love.
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