I find it highly unlikely that you have had a better weekend than me.
It started off on saturday, when I retreated after work to the SGUK watering hole of choice, and if you don't know what that is by now, you haven't spent more then half an hour on SGUK. I met up with a bunch of the usual suspects and proceeded to get regrettably drunk on Jagermeister. Normally I wouldn't give much of a shit abuot this sort of thing were it not for the fact that I needed to be up at 7am to catch a bus to Brighton. I hauled myself out of bed the next morning, swearing up a blue streak and praising God for my anti-hangover superpowers and hauled myslf onto the Wint Express, only to find I wouldn't be catching up on my sleep on the bus. This was because I didn't so much have an air conditioner over my head as I did an air conditioner simulator. By this I meant I had a tingy that looked like a vent but wasn't and a constant, infuriating handdryer-sounding hum. After a couple of hours of this, I finally arrived and met up with our very own Traumatron whereupon we spent the next 24 hours or so hanging out in pubs, eating some fine meals, drinking rather nasty whisky, shooting, punching and driving things at the arcades and playing lots of Mario Party and Mario Kart (oh, and we checked the male member's calendar thread a lot. Purely for research purposes, you understand). On monday it was abck into London, where I met a bunch more people for a much more subdued drink this time around, mainly due to the fact that we were all shattered.
Then yesterday I toddled up to King's Cross to help out antenna as he shot another music video, this time for Brandviolet sister project, The Henderson Shatners. This involved me dressing up as a security guard, being ambushed by Cakemix, Swaycasi and Snowelf and being attacked with guns, whips and lightsabres before knocked out by a karate chop. I then hung around to watch the rest of the filming, which entailed the three girls breaking in on Kevin of Brandviolet, stripping him down to his frilly panties, forcing him to write them a song, then making him sing it whilt they play the instruments.
Oh, did I mention that the three ladies in question were all completely starkers?
Envy me.
It started off on saturday, when I retreated after work to the SGUK watering hole of choice, and if you don't know what that is by now, you haven't spent more then half an hour on SGUK. I met up with a bunch of the usual suspects and proceeded to get regrettably drunk on Jagermeister. Normally I wouldn't give much of a shit abuot this sort of thing were it not for the fact that I needed to be up at 7am to catch a bus to Brighton. I hauled myself out of bed the next morning, swearing up a blue streak and praising God for my anti-hangover superpowers and hauled myslf onto the Wint Express, only to find I wouldn't be catching up on my sleep on the bus. This was because I didn't so much have an air conditioner over my head as I did an air conditioner simulator. By this I meant I had a tingy that looked like a vent but wasn't and a constant, infuriating handdryer-sounding hum. After a couple of hours of this, I finally arrived and met up with our very own Traumatron whereupon we spent the next 24 hours or so hanging out in pubs, eating some fine meals, drinking rather nasty whisky, shooting, punching and driving things at the arcades and playing lots of Mario Party and Mario Kart (oh, and we checked the male member's calendar thread a lot. Purely for research purposes, you understand). On monday it was abck into London, where I met a bunch more people for a much more subdued drink this time around, mainly due to the fact that we were all shattered.
Then yesterday I toddled up to King's Cross to help out antenna as he shot another music video, this time for Brandviolet sister project, The Henderson Shatners. This involved me dressing up as a security guard, being ambushed by Cakemix, Swaycasi and Snowelf and being attacked with guns, whips and lightsabres before knocked out by a karate chop. I then hung around to watch the rest of the filming, which entailed the three girls breaking in on Kevin of Brandviolet, stripping him down to his frilly panties, forcing him to write them a song, then making him sing it whilt they play the instruments.
Oh, did I mention that the three ladies in question were all completely starkers?
Envy me.
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the version of once upon a time in china i saw was dubbed....and i HATE dubbed films grrr
it doesnt work over cantonese either i think...its too quick for us!
but yeah, the ladder fight is GODLY.
ive only seen the second one and the bit i enjoyed most was the outtakes. theres a bit where he falls over doing a stunt and he goes: 'jackie chan ALWAYS ok!!'
fucking hilarious.
jackie chan is great, but jet lis always gonna be my favourite cos hes cuter