As those of you of a non-secular nature will be aware, it’s Christmas. Now, I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining, even though I am, but damn it’s a busy time of year. My magnificent run of posting nearly every day lies in tatters due to the simple fact that I’ve been out shopping, partying, lunching, and smooching my arse off. Well, not smooching. I’m painfully single. But all the others have been taking place with abandon.
So, here’s a brief update on what’s been going down (is that a tautology?) and anything else that comes to mind now that I’m back from the pub.
Gareth’s birthday I’ve already mentioned but we had a second one on Saturday. This too has already been mentioned but I left out the fact that the club we went to, MODE, is utter shite and that £8 to get in is frankly verging on robbery. Avoid it at all costs.
Sunday turned out to be a day of rest. Having made it home at around four in the morning I then proceeded to sleep for fourteen hours, get up, eat, and go back to bed again. Evidently I am not as young as I used to be. I’m still hardcore if anyone asks though.
Monday was all of the cool. I spent the day reading and shopping for pressies. Contact was finally initiated with Pin for the first time since her birthday in Dublin. We went for drinks and a chat and all was well. Somehow I didn’t get home until three in the morning despite Pin going home at half ten but there we go.
Tuesday, see Sunday but with a little shopping in town. I bought myself a shirt with my Christmas voucher from work and decided that House of Frasier is a shop specifically aimed at the pretentious folk who like walking around like an advertising hoarding. Why you’d want a top that has ‘BRAND NAME’ emblazoned across the front of it I don’t know. Needless to say my three hours were spent tracking down the one shirt without a placard on the front of it and grumbling that anyone could charge £160 for a pair of ripped jeans. Preposterous was the word of the day. Largely it was aimed at price tags. Also, some cunt reversed into my car, damaged it then pissed off. I hope they die horribly.
Wednesday saw yet another trip to the gym with Duncan in a vain effort to get in shape. Soon I will be almost average in appearance. Phwoar! And yet more shopping for Christmas presents was undertaken along with a trip to the police station. Why? Because some other cunt tried to steal my bike. No doubt they intended to give it to their vile pikey progeny as a Christmas present. A noble endeavour. Nevertheless, I hope they too suffer horribly this Christmas.
Season of goodwill my arse. I wouldn’t mind but the lock I have has a £1000 guarantee that should anyone break it they’ll give me the cash. It’s a big, hard, lock and chain combo as you can imagine. This tit tried so hard to nick my bike they’ve actually dinted the frame and twisted the lock beyond recognition. They even took the front wheel off and put it back on the other way round. What the fuck for? How would that help? I mean, if it has a lock on it, it’s attached to something immovable, and you don’t have the key. It’s not yours is it? Why try and take it?
You know what; I hope their Christmas is a complete disaster. I hope the present they get is faulty electrics on their Christmas lights and a burnt down house. Bloody underclass.
Today was much nicer in comparison. Today I went for lunch with Alice, Helen, Jay and Laura and nattered about inconsequential things and what we’re up to for New Year’s Eve. We’re all off to the Malt Cross as it happens. Yay! Then there was a bit of time for a nice hot bath before seeing my father and going for drinks with Nassime. I’m now panicking because tomorrow I have to go shopping (again) get to the gym, nip into work for food and the secret Santa, get back down the shops and finally go drinking with the girls in the evening. I’ve tried to make time for posting something interesting but I think you’re going to have to wait until after Christmas for that.
So if I don’t speak to you before, Happy Holidays.
This post was brought to you by beer and a frantic, stream of consciousness, tirade at the keyboard.
well you seem to have had the week off, nice for you. Have a lovely lovely time!
christmas kisses!x
You too my friend. Catch you after Christmas. Happy holidays and all that.
Happy boxing day m’lad, and also to jez and jj and the other readers of this ‘ere blog wot I ‘ave not met.
The presents I received were the usual mix of nice, useful and poorly planned as every year. The presents I gave were slightly uninspired due to my lack of time or effort invested in choosing them, but were all well received nevertheless.
I’m currently having a break from the ever enjoyable task of reading journal articles for essays which is the theme of my 3 weeks “off” from uni this year. Ho hum.
I’m also trying to sort out my application for a further year’s worth of study at Newcastle next year in the form of a Master’s in town planning. Speaking of which, are you not currently partway through a masters james? Hows it working out?
Let me know when you’re coming up to newcastle and I will endeavour to meet you for a drink, although I’m not going to be in a position to have mates up to stay for the weekend till sometime in May I fear since I have around 25,000 words to research and write on 5 different subjects between now and then.
ttfn one and all
There is a slight danger that I will be in Notts for New Years Eve. Depends on a few things, including tickets still being available, but I’ll let you know…
I was going to reply to each of your points in detail Tom mate. But as I’m seeing you on New Year’s Eve there seems little point now. I’ll condense my sentiments.
Hurrah for Christmas. Boo for work and suchlike. Hurrah for coming up to see you in Newcastle in *February* Boo for you coming down here on Saturday.
No wait, Hurrah for that too.