Oh! It has been one of those weeks that I really wish I had remembered to lift my camera.
None stop madness spanning hundreds of miles that really should have been documented in one form or another, however as unfortunate as it is, it is 2am on Tuesday morning and the party is well and truly over. University starts up again at 10am and from here on in it is supposed to be revision and exams a go go.
Bollocks!
Nevermind, here's to an amazing weekend in Liverpool where the banter flowed and the alcohol could have drowned innocent passerbyers. I cannot wait until Paul and Chris come on back up to my land and we do it Scottish style. I fear for my well being through as adrenalin is the only thing that stopped me slipping into some alcoholic black out (don't kid yourself sweeties you know fine well what I mean by 'alcoholic black out'). Even the 200mile drive back home with a busted ankle could not bring me down.
Spent a couple of days with the family too, some nice meals and catching up sessions as there has been a lot of sadness over the previous weekend with the suicide of the friend of the family. Makes you cherish what you do have even more. Also viewing 300 another two times is guaranteed to cheer anyone up! Oh to be a Spartan woman. Oh!
Thursday it all took a trip to madness after spending a divine summers day in the Royal Botanics Gardens with my wife and almost getting a tan. Nearly! Followed up with an absolutely banterous night in scrubway dancing to the best of early 90's dance, pop and alround cheese with one of the funniest walks home in my life. Friday was the company of another good friend, too much ciders and Eddie Murphy 'Delirious'.
Saturday just finished it all off nicely with an all-dayer hosted by my boys at Scrubway with an amazing collection of bands to view. Highly recommend you tune your ears into the sweet sounds of: Whores Whores Whores, With Scissors, Secta Rouge, Friday Night Gunfight, BenCozine and The Chronicles Of Adam West. It'll be good for you I promise. After the bands and the fine kisses it all into a whirlwind of alcohol fueled chaos at good old Studio24. Though from catching up with various people it seems the real scandel and gossip well and truly avoided me. Thank fook for that eh?
What a week. What a holiday.
Like I said, if only there was a camera involved. Crazy eighties themed bars in Liverpool, Georgous summer days, Quirky family moments, Blisteringly good live acts, Pure drunken chaos. I fear my rubbish memory simply cannot keep up.
Though here I am. Back in Aberdeen, back to uni, back to work. Normality eh? What's the fascination with it I'll never know. It is however good for the liver.
I'm off to fall asleep to The Doors and the sweetness that is Jim Morrison.
None stop madness spanning hundreds of miles that really should have been documented in one form or another, however as unfortunate as it is, it is 2am on Tuesday morning and the party is well and truly over. University starts up again at 10am and from here on in it is supposed to be revision and exams a go go.
Bollocks!
Nevermind, here's to an amazing weekend in Liverpool where the banter flowed and the alcohol could have drowned innocent passerbyers. I cannot wait until Paul and Chris come on back up to my land and we do it Scottish style. I fear for my well being through as adrenalin is the only thing that stopped me slipping into some alcoholic black out (don't kid yourself sweeties you know fine well what I mean by 'alcoholic black out'). Even the 200mile drive back home with a busted ankle could not bring me down.
Spent a couple of days with the family too, some nice meals and catching up sessions as there has been a lot of sadness over the previous weekend with the suicide of the friend of the family. Makes you cherish what you do have even more. Also viewing 300 another two times is guaranteed to cheer anyone up! Oh to be a Spartan woman. Oh!
Thursday it all took a trip to madness after spending a divine summers day in the Royal Botanics Gardens with my wife and almost getting a tan. Nearly! Followed up with an absolutely banterous night in scrubway dancing to the best of early 90's dance, pop and alround cheese with one of the funniest walks home in my life. Friday was the company of another good friend, too much ciders and Eddie Murphy 'Delirious'.
Saturday just finished it all off nicely with an all-dayer hosted by my boys at Scrubway with an amazing collection of bands to view. Highly recommend you tune your ears into the sweet sounds of: Whores Whores Whores, With Scissors, Secta Rouge, Friday Night Gunfight, BenCozine and The Chronicles Of Adam West. It'll be good for you I promise. After the bands and the fine kisses it all into a whirlwind of alcohol fueled chaos at good old Studio24. Though from catching up with various people it seems the real scandel and gossip well and truly avoided me. Thank fook for that eh?
What a week. What a holiday.
Like I said, if only there was a camera involved. Crazy eighties themed bars in Liverpool, Georgous summer days, Quirky family moments, Blisteringly good live acts, Pure drunken chaos. I fear my rubbish memory simply cannot keep up.
Though here I am. Back in Aberdeen, back to uni, back to work. Normality eh? What's the fascination with it I'll never know. It is however good for the liver.
I'm off to fall asleep to The Doors and the sweetness that is Jim Morrison.
brassbancroft:
You're a great writer, that is all.