kristoph

well good golly!
got back from my jaunt to laaaaahndaaaaahn last night.
a splendid time was had.

many new catchphrases were spawned, went to chinatown for the first time (a game was created called "try to work out what the jiggery fuck that meat is hanging in the window")

i also had my hand scratched by a filthy vagrant lady in The World's End in camden; an even which cause her to be thrown out of the pub. well, that and the fact she'd just finished pouring her own glass of cider from a can cunningly concealed in her tramp sack.

also, what does it mean when the lady in the doorway of the srip joint in Soho says "come inside boys, try something different"?? maybe i dont want that answered...

i also did some marvellous star spotting : 1- this months bizarre beauties winner Purple working in a shop in camden.
2- Dylan Moran strolling down down oxford street looking worse for wear and a little annoyed to have been spotted and last, but by no means least - the always spiffy Disco with her boy in HMV. this was by far the best spot of the weekend.

now i am home and so very ill. london does that to a small town boy y'see.
AND i have booked my next ink appointment for november. even thought they said my guy was gonna be there and he wasnt. ggrrrr.

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