I was gonna do another update on my life. But instead I drunk a lot of beer and watched Seinfeld (cheers Catherine).Your not missing out on much though because I dont think I've moved more then a few feet from my sofa in several days. I did make a good friend of mine spill his pint on Christmas Eve (sorry Will) I tried to apologise but I was laughing at the time. I might of sounded insincere.
While out on Christmas Eve in the shitty club called "Deja Vu" (I've no idea why its called that, and I doubt most of its patrons even know what it means) the karoke machine had been dragged out. As odd as it sounds this is a good thing, cos drunk people singing is infinitely better (and more amusing) than the shite music they normally play. Plus the bar staff had decided to dress as "Santas Slutty Helpers". Its hard to order a drink when your brain is screaming "Don't stare at her cleavage! Don't stare at her cleavage! Don't stare at her cleavage! Don't stare at her cleavage!"
Then there was Christmas Day. Great day, both sets of grandparents in attendance, my sister and husband Craig (still feels kinda odd writing that, my sisters married. Married! Jesus. Its freaking ace an all but weren't we just kids fighting over what to watch on the tele? Where does the time go?) Christ writing that makes me feel old. In serious danger of getting maudlin here.
Perhaps getting enthusiastic about some young people in a band will stop me descending into middle age. Here's a bit of Friendly Fires doing one of there songs.
Thats better. I'm totally down with the kids, yeah.
I recently watched Pandora's Box I now have a terrible crush on Louise Brooks. Annoyingly she died seven years after i was born, but goddamn does she put the current Hollywood stars to shame. Don't believe me? Here's proof.
You can take your Angelina Jolie's and which ever other starlet thats "hot" and shove them somewhere unpleasant.
And with that brilliantly argued sentence i'm outta here.
While out on Christmas Eve in the shitty club called "Deja Vu" (I've no idea why its called that, and I doubt most of its patrons even know what it means) the karoke machine had been dragged out. As odd as it sounds this is a good thing, cos drunk people singing is infinitely better (and more amusing) than the shite music they normally play. Plus the bar staff had decided to dress as "Santas Slutty Helpers". Its hard to order a drink when your brain is screaming "Don't stare at her cleavage! Don't stare at her cleavage! Don't stare at her cleavage! Don't stare at her cleavage!"
Then there was Christmas Day. Great day, both sets of grandparents in attendance, my sister and husband Craig (still feels kinda odd writing that, my sisters married. Married! Jesus. Its freaking ace an all but weren't we just kids fighting over what to watch on the tele? Where does the time go?) Christ writing that makes me feel old. In serious danger of getting maudlin here.
Perhaps getting enthusiastic about some young people in a band will stop me descending into middle age. Here's a bit of Friendly Fires doing one of there songs.
Thats better. I'm totally down with the kids, yeah.
I recently watched Pandora's Box I now have a terrible crush on Louise Brooks. Annoyingly she died seven years after i was born, but goddamn does she put the current Hollywood stars to shame. Don't believe me? Here's proof.
You can take your Angelina Jolie's and which ever other starlet thats "hot" and shove them somewhere unpleasant.
And with that brilliantly argued sentence i'm outta here.
Did you find your alarm clock yet hun?
I've been at work today, and let me tell you it sucked more balls than a porn star. What a complete bag of wank! Hope your day has been better...and btw, feel free to ramble as much as you want, it gives me something to read