Sunday, May 22, 2005
Eventful Saturday-an oxymoron surely?
00.00-Still at tap n tin, have rendered myself very tired and emotional due to excessive Jack Daniels consumption. John is equally pissed, kev is on the coke on account of he's driving me home gawd bless 'im! We have spent a large portion of the evening headbanging on the 3rd floor, and the rest sitting in the garden talking about star wars and then wondering why we are all still single (a no brainer surely?).
01.00-Kev has driven me home, i am just about to fall asleep.
04.58 have a short dream, something about a canoe.
07.00 woken up by alarm radio, motorhead, at seven in the morning, to a guy with a hangover. oh god.
08.10 go up the road to get some money
08.30 picked up by paul
09.00 enter cinema to see stupidly early showing of Star Wars episode III. Bright lights hurt my delicate eyes, loud noises hurt my delicate ears, and my neck aches from the headbanging, oh god.
11.45ish Star Wars has finished, all agree is ace, but still not as good as the old movies. something is still missing. i explain that the old films still posess an elusive x-factor (or as i called it, the "not written or directed by George Lucas" factor) as i much as i love him for giving us the original idea for star wars, i despise his amateurish efforts at filmaking recently.
13.00 after lunch adjourn to paul's for gaming, viewing of films etc. after a while Paul grabs his two wooden training swords off the wall "c'mon Rob lets go outside!" says he, "uuuuhhhhh, i have a hangover!" says i, a convincing argument if ever there was one, paul relents.
14.01 i lied. We are outside going through basic samurai sword moves. At first easy stuff an overweight non sporting type like me can manage, left and right for example, and butterfly spinning, dead easy even if i would have accidentally cut me own leg orf. then paul says "okay lets do this move, then this, then this, then i want you to try a tornado."
"a what?" says i. "oh," says Paul, "one of these..." and whirls the sword around and around like a fucking dervish. "okay now you try..."
i lost an ear. i am of course lying.
16.30- Arrive home, limbs are aching even more but surprisingly i had fun, and began practising with my own sword for a while on arrival.
20.00 i am watching eurovision. essentially i treat it like an extra long edition of eurotrash without the naked old people or annoying frenchman. I.E. i can laugh at the foolishness of foreigners without the bizarre overdubbing. no, wait. that's what wogan is for! We did badly again, no accounting for taste. or perhaps Javine should have fallen out of her dress again, we would have at least got the italian vote.
i still reckon Moldova should have won, or at least Norway.
23.10 going to bed, i am still hung over...
posted by The Prisoner |
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