Day 275 (2/10/13)

Things that seem like a good idea at the time:

Blogging whilst drunk

Moving from white wine to red purely because the bar has run out of white despite the fact that you know it's like a really bad idea

Blogging while walking in London and very drunk

Going to a party based purely on the fact that we're going to a pub that has a 'c' in it.

Things that are good;

People that I kind of work with but don't actually know wanting to meet me because they read this blog, which is genuinely kind of a headf***. Touching but confusing in equal measures. I honestly find it really weird that other people know that it exists let alone enjoy it.

As has just been pointed out, as random midnight strolls go - this is one.

As has also been pointed out, we had Liam Fray from The Courteeners playing for us tonight, he did an acoustic set and struggled on manfully against a large portion of audience who couldn't be arsed listening.

I'm not a fan of his band but there's a simple equation; if you don't like the band then go and talk to your mates elsewhere, otherwise - shut the f*** up. Simple as.

Anyway, we've found Valhalla apparently. That's your drunken ramble, that's my battery. Messiness awaits.

Night all.


(And the aftermath, posted on the other side of sleep. Technically the same day but you couldn't tell my physical being that.)


I'm sure that once I sober up and the hangover hits I'll be in a world of pain but for now..... Just slightly odd to be honest.  4 hours sleep since we last spoke. (Brief aside - the Tesco Metro that we're stood in currently has the highest concentration of hangover in the British Isles)

Moved on, half an hour later, chillaxing by the river. In the rain. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Still clearly drunk and under the impression that you can and should train seagulls to pick up litter from the river.

Now walking to St Pauls Cathedral to take an impromptu selfie.

St Paul's. This is how drunk I was. At half two I was stood outside the Cathedral suited, booted and swaying gently, talking to myself, saying 'f***ing hell, that's brilliant that' which is a thoroughly inappropriate compliment for a church. 2.30, just me and, quite randomly, two blokes skateboarding on the steps.

And this is how drunk I was;

Last night, when we arrived at our table with our place names set out for us, we discovered a piece of wonderful fish based synchronicity. Somebody had decided that myself and a David Pike should be placed at the same table. Oh how we laughed. Mr Pike didn't actually appear so the merriment was reduced somewhat.

This morning I decided to regale the breakfast table with this sparkling anecdote. I was allowed to reach the end of the story before it was pointed out that the people I was sitting with were the people that I'd sat with last night.

That is how drunk I was.

It's going to be a long day.

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