More ambiguous than ambitious
Lots to write, not much time. One day daddy's going to take the biscuit away...
Right, this is getting cluttered. The morris took place on Thursday. Friday. Work. Ale. Being mocked for falling off a bar stool. quite restful. Return home for a bottle of Newcastle Brown and some jazz and laughing at our own jokes until we go blind.
The next morning I get on a train and return to St. Albans for Nick's birthday. I get to see Paul Mc Cartney jigging away at the side of the stage as UB40 play Red Red Wine and I Shall Always Love You. Nick's party is small and cozy and very funny. Simon and Becky and Anna come round and we make the gin machine. This works like a charm. A lemon, with two little holes cut in the bottom, into each of these we insert a straw. One straw goes into a bottle of gin, the other into a bottle of tonic water. Then with a larger hole cut in the top of the lemon, we suck the two liquids into the lemon and out into our mouths to make incredible gin and tonic. Annie drinks four cans of cider incredibly quickly. Tim Harris arrives, then Rob, Paul and Steve. Rob doesn't bring the 1.5kW amp he has in his car boot. Then Chikin Boy and Lisa and Tom Drew and Graham and Holly and Marcus arrive. Marcus is an irishman I have never met before but he can sing us at 14 verse irish folk song. My teenage sister crashes in after drinking a whole bottle of White Lightning and rants at us and tries to steal fags. We have an impromptu Can't Snorkel singalong. Simon dashes home to watch the cricket and then returns. Lovely to be back in St. Albans.
The next day I'm going to go to the train station but pop into the Lower Red Lion to go see Annie beforehand and it turns out there's a beer festival going on so I decide to stay in St. Albans another night and we sit in the garden and drink halves of unusual ales and ciders all afternoon. Back home for Sunday Dinner with the family and then pop down the Bee Hive for old times sake. I come home and catch the end of Four Weddings and a Funeral.
"Is it raining? I hadn't noticed."
Man, I want to be Richard Curtis. Train and True Life magazines back to Brighton with Annie Hell and then to poetry night in the evening and there's some kind of art launch party private view going on in the bar downstairs so we get free bottles of beer and a buffet and me and Anna try to getfree drinks and order something that's not free and they try to charge us £6.80 and we don't actually have any money so we have to run away and I come third at poetry night this time but it was much fun and I think it all went down well, Sarah from Bath turns up, the whole time I am filled with such a ridiculous amount of hyperactive energy and am bouncing off walls, literally. I put it down to ADHD. Two people asked me to guest appear on their tracks however which was very cool although I might have to go a bit hip hop. Back to Jacobs and a strange french guy and the gin machine again and elderflower wine then back to ours and me and Rosie morris dance with big knives and she stabs my tent and then we decide we are going to cut out Tom's offal and so as we advance down the corridoor muttering "cut out his offal, jill dando, cut out his offal" but he is in bed with David Hasselhof and so we spare his offal.
David Offalhof and Daniel Taylor gets a job in a posh resteraunt in Kemptown and it is Nick's actual birthday and Anna Hall's birthday and so we go to the Leather Barn and get Nick a cow skull necktie and meet Victoria in the street and go to the Basketmakers Arms for chip butties and ale and Shige is there with Ash who is a morris dancer and then we go to the Late Priestern and there are now three Annas, Brown Anna, Anna Hell and Anna Hall, and Brown Anna gets a tiny classy shot glass full of Summer Lightning and Alan is there with the other 18,999,999 people in London but we can't see them and then the Art Girls go off to The Escape to go to indie night and all Nick wants to do is go the the pub, have a few beers, go to heavy metal night, have some more drinks, go home, pass out about four o clock, and so me and Brown Anna and Nick and Henry and the heavy metal kids go to the Pav Tav for heavy metal night and we drink Snakebite and black and Anna and Steve want to go to Alton Towers but she has to get back for work at 2, and so another snakebite and black and we were going to get elastic hip hop hinges on
our shoulders for dancing purposes but go home and go to bed
That's as far as Tuesday. It's now Friday and I still haven't mentioned the swimming and the codfather and Mag Zine and becoming Boyd Hoyland and pepper grilling but all in good time. I have to go to work.
It's my birthday tomorrow. I'm going to be twenty four.
Right, this is getting cluttered. The morris took place on Thursday. Friday. Work. Ale. Being mocked for falling off a bar stool. quite restful. Return home for a bottle of Newcastle Brown and some jazz and laughing at our own jokes until we go blind.
The next morning I get on a train and return to St. Albans for Nick's birthday. I get to see Paul Mc Cartney jigging away at the side of the stage as UB40 play Red Red Wine and I Shall Always Love You. Nick's party is small and cozy and very funny. Simon and Becky and Anna come round and we make the gin machine. This works like a charm. A lemon, with two little holes cut in the bottom, into each of these we insert a straw. One straw goes into a bottle of gin, the other into a bottle of tonic water. Then with a larger hole cut in the top of the lemon, we suck the two liquids into the lemon and out into our mouths to make incredible gin and tonic. Annie drinks four cans of cider incredibly quickly. Tim Harris arrives, then Rob, Paul and Steve. Rob doesn't bring the 1.5kW amp he has in his car boot. Then Chikin Boy and Lisa and Tom Drew and Graham and Holly and Marcus arrive. Marcus is an irishman I have never met before but he can sing us at 14 verse irish folk song. My teenage sister crashes in after drinking a whole bottle of White Lightning and rants at us and tries to steal fags. We have an impromptu Can't Snorkel singalong. Simon dashes home to watch the cricket and then returns. Lovely to be back in St. Albans.
The next day I'm going to go to the train station but pop into the Lower Red Lion to go see Annie beforehand and it turns out there's a beer festival going on so I decide to stay in St. Albans another night and we sit in the garden and drink halves of unusual ales and ciders all afternoon. Back home for Sunday Dinner with the family and then pop down the Bee Hive for old times sake. I come home and catch the end of Four Weddings and a Funeral.
"Is it raining? I hadn't noticed."
Man, I want to be Richard Curtis. Train and True Life magazines back to Brighton with Annie Hell and then to poetry night in the evening and there's some kind of art launch party private view going on in the bar downstairs so we get free bottles of beer and a buffet and me and Anna try to getfree drinks and order something that's not free and they try to charge us £6.80 and we don't actually have any money so we have to run away and I come third at poetry night this time but it was much fun and I think it all went down well, Sarah from Bath turns up, the whole time I am filled with such a ridiculous amount of hyperactive energy and am bouncing off walls, literally. I put it down to ADHD. Two people asked me to guest appear on their tracks however which was very cool although I might have to go a bit hip hop. Back to Jacobs and a strange french guy and the gin machine again and elderflower wine then back to ours and me and Rosie morris dance with big knives and she stabs my tent and then we decide we are going to cut out Tom's offal and so as we advance down the corridoor muttering "cut out his offal, jill dando, cut out his offal" but he is in bed with David Hasselhof and so we spare his offal.
David Offalhof and Daniel Taylor gets a job in a posh resteraunt in Kemptown and it is Nick's actual birthday and Anna Hall's birthday and so we go to the Leather Barn and get Nick a cow skull necktie and meet Victoria in the street and go to the Basketmakers Arms for chip butties and ale and Shige is there with Ash who is a morris dancer and then we go to the Late Priestern and there are now three Annas, Brown Anna, Anna Hell and Anna Hall, and Brown Anna gets a tiny classy shot glass full of Summer Lightning and Alan is there with the other 18,999,999 people in London but we can't see them and then the Art Girls go off to The Escape to go to indie night and all Nick wants to do is go the the pub, have a few beers, go to heavy metal night, have some more drinks, go home, pass out about four o clock, and so me and Brown Anna and Nick and Henry and the heavy metal kids go to the Pav Tav for heavy metal night and we drink Snakebite and black and Anna and Steve want to go to Alton Towers but she has to get back for work at 2, and so another snakebite and black and we were going to get elastic hip hop hinges on
our shoulders for dancing purposes but go home and go to bed
That's as far as Tuesday. It's now Friday and I still haven't mentioned the swimming and the codfather and Mag Zine and becoming Boyd Hoyland and pepper grilling but all in good time. I have to go to work.
It's my birthday tomorrow. I'm going to be twenty four.
posted by Rufus Moonshine at 4:37 AM
1 Comments:
the gin machine sounds cool. AND LETHAL.
go a little hip hop...can't hurt can it?
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