I have had some weird fucking dreams recently the worst one was this one night after I got home really pissed I got on the wrong bus from Camden and it was so fucking cold i ran all teh way home from Finsbury Park and just about managed to eat a crap sandwich before passing out. That night I dreamed that on my way home I accidentally killed someone on Manor Road but was too pissed to sort out hiding the body so i brought it home and dumped it in my lounge thinking that I would sort it out in the morning when I was sober.
I think it is a shame that you run away and hide when I return home really drunk with half the pub in tow. I can assure you that they are all stirling fellows who would be charmed, I'm sure, with your presence. You might learn a thing or two from our eloquent discourse and witty banter that, if a little loud, is always of the caliber usually reserved for radio 4. I look foward to introducing you at the next occurance of this impromptu soirée.
I just got this email from Sid it made me do an office hoot:
"holy fuck I can't walk and I'm covered in bruises. I woke up this morning thinking I'd been fighting australians but it turns out it was just a disagreement with a man that looked like chopper. I had no buttons on my jeans and when I couldn't find my phone I called it and it was outside my front door along with my belt. How the fuck does your belt come off? Don't worry I haven't been raped.
The good thing is, I feel terrible but I don't feel guilty. Good old fashioned drinking. Ouch"
Sunday was my birthday - I am now 30 years old - amazin
Had lunch at the Living Room With my mum and dad, sisters, brother in law and nieces. My sister made me this triffic cake:
...then we all went to the pub and mates popped in and out and that - by the time my family left at arround 8 I was completely smashed to pieces but convinced I was sober because I had been on the sauce for such a long time. the survivors went on down to shoreditch to The Relience and then Dream Bags - my memory ends at 23:11 which is when my camera ran out of battery.
Last night I went to see The Eagles of Death Metal in Camden and had too many lager-pops so i got up later that i intended and on the way to work i had my collar felt by mr policeman for bike riding like a drunk loony but he didnt take me to the station or even give me a fine because all the cops are in really good moods because due to all of this terror and that they get to cover their utility vest in weapons and be well important - he had a tazer gun an extendo trunchoen some cs gas and a real gun on a curly string. He says "How tall are you?" I said "6 foot IC1 brown hair blue eyes" - "Have you been in trouble with us bfore Sir?" - "not for aaaages Ossifer" - "Mind if I check that out?" - "Not at all, I am late already, another couple of minutes can't hurt"