Ross starring in 'The Eventful Weekend'
I'm back from Nottingham.
Did you miss me? Did you cry yourself to sleep and beg the lord for my return? No? Then i'll continue.
After a week of glorious sunshine it gets to thursday and its raining, fantastic news seeming as i have the next few days off. God it seems, isnt a friend of mine.
I get up on friday morning, pack my things and catch the train to Nottingham. As per usual with our wonderful transport system, i'm delayed. Almost an hour on a 4 hour journey.
I'm quite tired at the moment so i'm trying to figure out whether or not to actually bother writing a proper journal or just skipping out almost everything and posting it as is. I know i could just have a nap and write it later but i'm a man of the moment and i doubt i'd bother doing it later.
Fuck it, lets do this!
Bear in mind its hardly interesting enough to have such a dramatic lead up.
Friday consisted mainly of eating asda based food products and playing PES4 before going out that evening to some bars.
It was a low key evening and so i got home at about 12.30am and watched some Big Train.
Saturday, let me think because in my tired state i appear to have lost all memory of where i went on friday and also what happened on saturday. I think Lee might of cooked me spagetti bolognaise. The cogs are starting to turn sorry i think its coming back to me.
I'm vaguely certain things occured during the day and then i was tired and went for a nap, i got woken up by food eating it extremely quickly (wolfing it down would be a good way of putting it). I think we sat in my flat quite a while drinking beers waiting for different people to show up before heading out and i think we went to Scream for the first few drinks.
All speculation based on a shaky memory system, imagine me in a history exam, a subject i did for A-Levels.
We opted to go to .... wait a darned second... i took photos. I'll be right back...
So another photo of my wonderous flatmate Lee.
but lets stay relavent.. i was thinking that i went to Scream for the first few drinks... here's a photo to help jog my memory, and eye candy for you.
Appologies again i can smell food downstairs which is another distraction.
We only stayed at Scream for a few quick drinks, aiming to get into Rescue Rooms before 10.15pm, when you have to start paying.
After a few drinks there we decide its time to move on. We get our hands stamped so we can return later and head off to the next bar. Cucamara.
Its a great little cocktail bar which i used to frequent to quite regularly. The usual banter occurs and we drink our drinks.
Forgive me if i'm vague, i cant remember what we talked about, usually things along the lines of, "whats that persons name", oh and talking to randoms at the bar as per usual.
Shocked face.. its one of many of my bad photo poses.
You know when your tired? conversation with parents about student loan misunderstandings just isnt at the top of my list. So i'm writing this journal and... oh dinner time.. be right back.
Where was i? oh yeah.. parents trying to talk to me about Local Education Authorities.. i just didnt want to talk about it, no one seemed happy with the answer, its sorted now. Who sorted it, Who did you talk to, They've done it now? When are they calling them? How are they sorting it?
How about you have a little faith in what i tell you and the system.
Back to the night out, after cucamara we went to the Schnapps bar for some Desperado's.
Half of the people out have somehow managed to avoid camera action during this evening, but not to worry it isnt important.
We head to schnapps bar and have several desperados shouting in Pauls birthday once my phone says its midnight.
We go back to rescue rooms/stealth to finish off the night, all of our hand stamps are almost invisible but they let us in anyway.
I have lots more photos but i cant be bothered posting them, we all had a good laugh and i ended up talking to some random guy
About how great punk is(was) and how it isnt dead and thats why he likes certain bands blah blah blah. I'm not a big punk fan, but i was extremely drunk at that point so loosely listened to what he said.
I dont remember leaving, how i got home or who i left with.
The End.
So then it became sunday. I awoke and once a few people came round we went out for a pub lunch, i had roast chicken and vegtables, very nice, gravy and apple pie and custard for desert. Played pool on a wonkey pool table and then eventually going home after another bar to get changed and go to watch Richard Herring at the cabaret comedy club.
He'll be at the Edinburg Festival this year, if you get the chance, go see him he was extremely funny.
Sunday night back to the Schnapps bar for a few more drinks then watching some more Big Train.
Highlights of today, sorting out my course transfer for next year, sorting out the problems with the LEA and hopefully not owing them 1500 like they claim.
Getting a train journey back and sitting behind a 30-something man drinking cans of Stella and listening to the whole collection of Jamster club ringtones. Hits such as "Crazy Frog" some shitty "Tweety Bird Type Character" thing and 10 second loops of Usher "Confessions" and 50-bucktoothed-cent "Candy shop".
On Repeat.
Constantly.
Thankfully though i wasnt on the train with him long and i could continue reading The Da Vinci code in relative peace on the second half of my trip home.
Now im doing my journal, im tired, cant be bothered and am looking forward to having a day off tomorrow and lying around the house all day in my boxers.
Shazam..
I'm back from Nottingham.
Did you miss me? Did you cry yourself to sleep and beg the lord for my return? No? Then i'll continue.
After a week of glorious sunshine it gets to thursday and its raining, fantastic news seeming as i have the next few days off. God it seems, isnt a friend of mine.
I get up on friday morning, pack my things and catch the train to Nottingham. As per usual with our wonderful transport system, i'm delayed. Almost an hour on a 4 hour journey.
I'm quite tired at the moment so i'm trying to figure out whether or not to actually bother writing a proper journal or just skipping out almost everything and posting it as is. I know i could just have a nap and write it later but i'm a man of the moment and i doubt i'd bother doing it later.
Fuck it, lets do this!
Bear in mind its hardly interesting enough to have such a dramatic lead up.
Friday consisted mainly of eating asda based food products and playing PES4 before going out that evening to some bars.
It was a low key evening and so i got home at about 12.30am and watched some Big Train.
Saturday, let me think because in my tired state i appear to have lost all memory of where i went on friday and also what happened on saturday. I think Lee might of cooked me spagetti bolognaise. The cogs are starting to turn sorry i think its coming back to me.
I'm vaguely certain things occured during the day and then i was tired and went for a nap, i got woken up by food eating it extremely quickly (wolfing it down would be a good way of putting it). I think we sat in my flat quite a while drinking beers waiting for different people to show up before heading out and i think we went to Scream for the first few drinks.
All speculation based on a shaky memory system, imagine me in a history exam, a subject i did for A-Levels.
We opted to go to .... wait a darned second... i took photos. I'll be right back...
So another photo of my wonderous flatmate Lee.
but lets stay relavent.. i was thinking that i went to Scream for the first few drinks... here's a photo to help jog my memory, and eye candy for you.
Appologies again i can smell food downstairs which is another distraction.
We only stayed at Scream for a few quick drinks, aiming to get into Rescue Rooms before 10.15pm, when you have to start paying.
After a few drinks there we decide its time to move on. We get our hands stamped so we can return later and head off to the next bar. Cucamara.
Its a great little cocktail bar which i used to frequent to quite regularly. The usual banter occurs and we drink our drinks.
Forgive me if i'm vague, i cant remember what we talked about, usually things along the lines of, "whats that persons name", oh and talking to randoms at the bar as per usual.
Shocked face.. its one of many of my bad photo poses.
You know when your tired? conversation with parents about student loan misunderstandings just isnt at the top of my list. So i'm writing this journal and... oh dinner time.. be right back.
Where was i? oh yeah.. parents trying to talk to me about Local Education Authorities.. i just didnt want to talk about it, no one seemed happy with the answer, its sorted now. Who sorted it, Who did you talk to, They've done it now? When are they calling them? How are they sorting it?
How about you have a little faith in what i tell you and the system.
Back to the night out, after cucamara we went to the Schnapps bar for some Desperado's.
Half of the people out have somehow managed to avoid camera action during this evening, but not to worry it isnt important.
We head to schnapps bar and have several desperados shouting in Pauls birthday once my phone says its midnight.
We go back to rescue rooms/stealth to finish off the night, all of our hand stamps are almost invisible but they let us in anyway.
I have lots more photos but i cant be bothered posting them, we all had a good laugh and i ended up talking to some random guy
About how great punk is(was) and how it isnt dead and thats why he likes certain bands blah blah blah. I'm not a big punk fan, but i was extremely drunk at that point so loosely listened to what he said.
I dont remember leaving, how i got home or who i left with.
The End.
So then it became sunday. I awoke and once a few people came round we went out for a pub lunch, i had roast chicken and vegtables, very nice, gravy and apple pie and custard for desert. Played pool on a wonkey pool table and then eventually going home after another bar to get changed and go to watch Richard Herring at the cabaret comedy club.
He'll be at the Edinburg Festival this year, if you get the chance, go see him he was extremely funny.
Sunday night back to the Schnapps bar for a few more drinks then watching some more Big Train.
Highlights of today, sorting out my course transfer for next year, sorting out the problems with the LEA and hopefully not owing them 1500 like they claim.
Getting a train journey back and sitting behind a 30-something man drinking cans of Stella and listening to the whole collection of Jamster club ringtones. Hits such as "Crazy Frog" some shitty "Tweety Bird Type Character" thing and 10 second loops of Usher "Confessions" and 50-bucktoothed-cent "Candy shop".
On Repeat.
Constantly.
Thankfully though i wasnt on the train with him long and i could continue reading The Da Vinci code in relative peace on the second half of my trip home.
Now im doing my journal, im tired, cant be bothered and am looking forward to having a day off tomorrow and lying around the house all day in my boxers.
Shazam..
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hah, shocked face is great. GREAT.
i keepp repeating myself, huh.
koala bears rock. aww i can just imagine it with its messy hair and little hands...
Your bars all look so nice and exciting! Far less ghetto-esque than the ones we went to this week, anyway.