Time to blog it up again. Me and a friend went up to "the north" on Friday to visit a mate for the weekend. We debated megabus, train and even flying up (same price as train!) but eventually settled for my citroen saxo.
The traffic started a few miles north of London.
But it was ok, we had two ipods (one fully charged) a banana and some dried apricots to last me until my first service break - keeping it healthy after a midnight snack the previous night. Me and two other friends shared a family meal deal from a local chicken shop and my share consisted of :
- 3 pieces of fried chicken
-4 spicy wings
-1 chicken burger
-1 portion of chips
A RIDICULOUS amount of food for one person, normally I am satisfied with just the bloody chicken burger for gods sake!
Anyway. As we set off I made it clear to my passenger that we were going to stop for a toilet break soonish as i was desperate for a slash and hungry! We hit several severe tailbacks, but myself and James had enough banter to last. Including the debate of where the North actually starts. Apparently some people in Grimsby and Lincoln actually consider themselves southerners (wishful thinking!).
Just under 7 hours, 3 major traffic jams and NO toilet break later we arrived in Teeside. A nightmare journey but after a cold can of fosters and bowl spaghetti bolognaise prepared by Alex's wife I soon forgot all about it.
The weekend was pretty good! The house is nice, the pubs were good and we actually had a mattress each to sleep on - I was fully expecting a bare wooden floor, which to be honest I have now become very accustomed to.
There was some very good banter as usual but im struggling to remember it all right now. One that sticks in mind is James pretending he is an American on an "excursion" or something to get girls to take our picture. It worked well until a polish (yes polish girl in teeside - what are the chances) questioned his actions.
Drive back was fine - 4 hours, I micro-slept most of the way.
The next blog will probably document the strangest night of my life so far....Pointless bent. Check regularly to find out more!
Wednesday, 29 October 2008
Sunday, 19 October 2008
Unacceptable
WOW, it's been a while since my last blog. So if I did have any regular reader's (unlikely) i'm pretty sure u have all moved on to bigger and better blogs.
Quick catch up. Got back from Australia, all went well, no jet lag, back at uni, started dissertation (not going well), fully re-immersed in the male orientated, unadulterated banter that I missed so much while on the other side of the world with 3 girls (no offence to the girls, they had some good bent at times).
What inspired me to write this entry was a night out last Friday at a local pub that my friends and I refer to regularly as a "shit hole", even the regulars would probably agree. We only went there because the DJ at our preferred bar across the road forced us out by playing shocking 70's disco music (not even the good stuff).
Anyway, we get in...all gettin ID'd of courfse despite all of us being well over the age of 17 years and 365 days. We get in, order a pint from the pretty Irish bar lady blah blah blah. About 3 pints later i'm standing at the bar when I catch out of the corner of my eye a very disturbed looking James as he utter's the word's "unacceptable" to his reflection in the mirror.
Now this happened 3 days ago now and I'd had a bit to drink so can't exactly remember the details of why this was said or what was said afterwards. Luckily, I thought of this at the time and wrote down key words and phrases as a text on my phone. Unfortunately, I have no idea what it all means now so thought I would just transcribe the text here and let u interpret is as you wish....
"Mirror. Unacceptable. Then sideburns that are unacceptable. She is a fat bitch. Write blog. It was as if I lived in Notre Dame. Pock Mark. You don't look bad mate. It's a ladies night and the feelings right. Where are you cow boy. Whatever I got i'm glad my girlfriend aint here. Fuck off. I can't see"
That is all word for word and I'm pretty sure each line is a separate incident. After "you don't look bad mate" - which I think is me consoling James after him calling his reflection unacceptable - I dont know what I was documenting. But it sounds funny. And the "girlfriend" bit is really confusing cos none of those who were present actually have girlfriends at the moment....
I'll update in another post if I find out what any of the text actually means.
Quick catch up. Got back from Australia, all went well, no jet lag, back at uni, started dissertation (not going well), fully re-immersed in the male orientated, unadulterated banter that I missed so much while on the other side of the world with 3 girls (no offence to the girls, they had some good bent at times).
What inspired me to write this entry was a night out last Friday at a local pub that my friends and I refer to regularly as a "shit hole", even the regulars would probably agree. We only went there because the DJ at our preferred bar across the road forced us out by playing shocking 70's disco music (not even the good stuff).
Anyway, we get in...all gettin ID'd of courfse despite all of us being well over the age of 17 years and 365 days. We get in, order a pint from the pretty Irish bar lady blah blah blah. About 3 pints later i'm standing at the bar when I catch out of the corner of my eye a very disturbed looking James as he utter's the word's "unacceptable" to his reflection in the mirror.
Now this happened 3 days ago now and I'd had a bit to drink so can't exactly remember the details of why this was said or what was said afterwards. Luckily, I thought of this at the time and wrote down key words and phrases as a text on my phone. Unfortunately, I have no idea what it all means now so thought I would just transcribe the text here and let u interpret is as you wish....
"Mirror. Unacceptable. Then sideburns that are unacceptable. She is a fat bitch. Write blog. It was as if I lived in Notre Dame. Pock Mark. You don't look bad mate. It's a ladies night and the feelings right. Where are you cow boy. Whatever I got i'm glad my girlfriend aint here. Fuck off. I can't see"
That is all word for word and I'm pretty sure each line is a separate incident. After "you don't look bad mate" - which I think is me consoling James after him calling his reflection unacceptable - I dont know what I was documenting. But it sounds funny. And the "girlfriend" bit is really confusing cos none of those who were present actually have girlfriends at the moment....
I'll update in another post if I find out what any of the text actually means.
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