Some of this is untrue...

Henry’s Big Weekend.

Friday.

The weekend began like most do, on a Friday evening. Earlier in the day I had made plans with some friends to go to the casino for a night of cocktails and casual gambling. This plan, however, never came to fruition. I had also made plans to meet with a friend I hadn’t seen in a while; the two events were to be combined into one occasion.

Just as I had finished eating my dinner I received a text message from a friend (Dale) informing me that the plan to go to the casino had been exchanged with a more affordable one of a meal out. This did not please me as I had just eaten, but I thought to myself I could just have a few drinks while everyone else ate. So a new plan formulated around me. I was to meet a friend (Adam) down the road from my house, his sister provided us with a lift into the next town. After a quick pit stop at the Co-op so that Adam could purchase smoking supplies we went to the pub over the road. I had often visited this pub, it being one of my favourites due to its luxurious décor. It was quite busy this night, it being a Friday after all. After about thirty minutes of slow sipping at our drinks and talking and laughing and sharing stories the rest of the group arrived.

There was me, that is Henry, Adam, Dale, Naomi and Rosh (Dale and Rosh being in a relationship together). Not being able to find a place to sit inside, we moved outdoors to the smoking area after securing ourselves some drinks. I found out from Dale the table at the Indian restaurant was booked for ten thirty, quite late to be eating I thought to myself, but seeing as I was not eating anyway this did not affect me. Whilst sitting outside, drinking and smoking we were joined by a rather amusing chap named Sam who took it upon himself to be a provider of jokes and amusing anecdotes for about ten minutes. It was almost as if he was an amateur stand-up comedian and he was testing out his material on my group of friends and I. I found him quite funny, as did the rest of us, with the exception of Dale who had grown weary of this intruder’s humorous tales. Sam the stand-up made his way back inside. We stayed there for a little while longer and finished our drinks, then decided to move on to a different pub before getting a taxi to the Indian.

We walked a few minutes down the road to a pub called the Green Dragon. I’m not too sure why we decided to go to the Green Dragon; our reason for leaving the Griffin was that there wasn’t anywhere to sit inside, yet we all knew that the Green Dragon was half the size and twice as busy. But there we went. As expected the pub was heaving and again we were forced to sit outside, but it wasn’t overly cold so I didn’t mind really. By this point I was drink something called Desperados; a delicious concoction of Mexican beer and Tequila, one of my favourite alcoholic beverages weighing in at a mighty six percent proof. Once again we sat drinking, talking and joking, sharing stories and memories past until it was time to leave and wait for our taxi to the restaurant.

We arrived at the restaurant just after half past ten and were sat at our table. The five of us were each handed a menu, I didn’t bother looking at mine as I had already had dinner and instead began to peruse the wine list. I was in the market for a bottle of soft rose wine to share with Adam. I had recently enjoyed a bottle of White Zinfandel and wanted something similar. What I got was drinkable, but nowhere near as nice as the Zinfandel. The others looked through the menu and made their orders. It was an enjoyable night, although I could sense a bit of an awkward atmosphere coming from certain members of our group. I think it was because Adam, Dale and myself were in a somewhat silly mood the two females did not appreciate our laughing and joking while out to dinner. I think they thought we were being immature but I just thought they should lighten up a bit, although that is what I think about most people, probably because I’m so laid back I’m virtually horizontal! A bottle of wine and four meals later we were leaving the restaurant (at roughly midnight) and moving on to one of the few bars in the town that were still open.

We found a bar called ‘Cheers’, named after the television show, it had about as much class as you would expect. We ordered some drinks and sat down to watch the terrible karaoke performances that were taking place before us. Adam and I wanted to get up and sing a homo-erotic version of a David Bowie song but decided against it as it might upset the small minded patrons of the bar, and we didn’t feel like getting beaten up. It got to about quarter to two and after many drinks and cigarettes we decided to call it a night, it had, after all, been a long and eventful night full of excitement and interesting characters. But sleep was what we needed now, peaceful time to process the happenings of the day. So we all jumped in a taxi and headed to our homes. Slumber was calling, and some of us (mainly me) had much on our plate the next day.

Old Landan Town, and a bit of Brighton.

I got the train down to London on thursday. Upon arriving I decided I would go to Camden and have a wander around and take in the smells of the multi-cultural cuisine. After walking about there and taking it all in i found a stall selling really nice wooden tribal spirally earrings so I bought one. There was a really cool Beatles tshirt that I wanted to purchase but didn't have the cash and couldn't be bothered to find the nearest Lloyds machine. I stopped at a little cafe that was also a pet boutique, selling all kinds of crap for dogs, little jackets and jewel encrusted collars. Karrena would have loved it. I told the friendly American woman who worked there about Roy and Zorro and how much Karrena would love the shop. The woman said she would love to meet the dogs but I explained that I'm not from around there hence neither is Karrena or the dogs. Had my cup of tea outside while smoking a roll-up taking in all that was going on around me, it was practise for Rome.

The time for leaving approached so I headed to the station and got the train to Leicester Square, allowing me to walk the short distance to Covent Garden. When I got to Covent Garden i set about trying to find a small pub called the Harp where I was meeting David, Joe and Laura. It took me about 15 minutes to find the place but I didnt mind the wandering around. I got to the pub to find my Uncle David there, he said hello and he got me a drink while I went for a massive piss (in the toilets, not just on the floor). The pub was small and crowded, like must pubs worth going to, we didn't get to sit down, this annoyed me a little, I don't like drinking a pint while standing. After about 20 minutes of chat on various topics, mainly my up coming trip to Rome, Laura and Joe arrived and they got a drink and we all stood around talking, i went out occasionally for a cigarette. After a while Laura's friend joined us (her name eludes me). David made his way home and the for of us when for a drink somewhere else, somewhere with seats. We each had a couple of drinks then headed to Pizza Express because Laura had a two for one voucher. Although I wasn't hungry I was convinced to get something to eat because of the deal. I was quite drunk by this point and didn't pay too much attention to the food in front of me. Before leaving Pizza Express I made sure I took some cutlery, I felt I had too, it's a compulsion. Laura's friend left and we got the train back to their house, the train that seemed to take a long time, made even longer because I really wanted a ciggy. When we got back Joe and I stayed up for a bit and had a few beers then we called it a night and turned in, I was sleeping in the living room, I had a really good night sleep.

I got up the next day and made some tea and toast for myself, everyone else had gone to work so I was left in the house by myself. After my breakfast I got ready and made my way to Brighton to meet dave. I got to Brighton to find it the coolest and nicest place I had been to in a long while. I walked around lots and decided it was really sunny and I needed some sunglasses so got a cheap pair from H&M. When I met with Dave we got some lunch from a cafe in an area called the narrows (it wasn't actually called that but I have forgotten the correct name). I got a tuna and cheddar toastie, it was epic. After that we wandered down to the sea front and had a walk around there while looking for a place to get a beer. We found a small bar with outdoor seating that looked out over the stoney beach. It was very pleasant and relaxing. After that we took a walk to Jew Street and dave took a picture of my under the street sign. We got another beer at a nice-ish pub near the train station then we went our separate ways and I boarded my train for home, a journey that would take about 3 hours in total, i didn't mind some much. I had some left over pizza when I got home and then pretty much just got into bed and watched stuff on television until sleep took hold of me.

And that was my long weekend away, even though it wasn't really the weekend, or long.

Old Hoppy and Straggled Ben

Haven't really done a massive amount of stuff over the past couple of days, apart from booking some plane tickets to Rome, I'm flying out on monday for a few days, exciting stuff.

I went to see Stuart again in Northampton last night. I met him in Molly's where we stayed for a couple of jars then we went to Blast at the Union. It was proper bo I tell thee. Much guffawing indeed. We had to get up really early because Stuart had to go and view a house. I left and Went into town for an hour or so where i bought a really cool jumper with a rainbow on in from the wardrobe. Met up with Stuart again with his mate from his flat. We got some food and generally pissed around for a bit. We were all in funny moods because we were still drunk from the previous night. There were loads of pigeons in and around the market square, one of them had a club foot and hopped around on it's good one. I called him old hoppy. There was another pigeon that looked like it had been dragged backwards through life, Stuart called it Straggled Ben. I enjoy imagining the exploits of this feathered double act, maybe someone should make a cartoon about them.

Hung out with Nay after coming back from Northampton, watched some TV and had a larrfff. I bought a pizza from the coop, it was pleasing to the taste buds.

I'm really tired now, think i might put lord of the rings on and go to bed. I didn't get much sleep last night and I need to make up for it because I'm going to London tomorrow to see some family. I think I might have a wander around Camden before I meet up with them.

That's about all I can be bothered to write.

Ciao.

tits, guns and anarchy

I got a mosquito bite on the apex of my cheek bone last night and now it has swollen and looks odd. I went out with zoric and got rather drunk, i'm not entirely sure how I managed to cycle home without incident. We had some good chats and laughs about various topics, we are hanging out again on sunday, hopefully it will not be drizzly.

I had to go to rushden today to sort out a few bank bits. while i was there i got another ear piercing and bought a jack adaptor but for some reason I can't figure out how to set my big speakers as the output for my laptop, all this technology bollocks annoys the crap out of me. I went to asda and did a good shop, purchases included houmous, doritos, juice, milk and double mother fucking stuffed oreos! they are the shit!

I decided that bust of the metal gear solid 4 this arvo, it being over a year since last playing it, i made the right decision, it's got that new and exciting feeling again, good times with old snake.

Tonight, for dinner, I am making spaghetti and meatballs, the meatballs i am stuffing with mozzarella cheese because I am a kitchen wizard! I can't wait for dinner, it's going to be some righteous eats! Lots of garlic and mushrooms are also involved in the nights meal. wicked sick. I'm gona play some more MGS4, eat my dinner and chillax to the max. Aint doing anything hefty tonight due to work tomorrow, bla bla asda crappy poo pants.

Why can't i figure this laptop speaks thing out.

Bah fucking humbug.

mega tattoo get

I finally got me a tattoo, the smiley face badge that the Comedian from Watchmen wears on his harness. I do so love Watchmen, totally geeked out on that one. I have been working a lot on my OU assignment the past few days, a lovely poem about how much i love asda. in the past few days i have watched bringing out the dead, daybreakers and i am currently watching bad lieutenant all three have been pleasing. I went to watch the Arbitors band practise last night then went back to toms to have a few beers and hang out, it was good times. I have bleached my hair, it's a bit on the orange side, i need to do it again to get it ice blonde.

I cant really be bothered to write anything else, rest assured you (my humble reader) are not missing out on anything.

fuck you later.

a little poem about work...

Employment…

I hate my job, it drains my soul.

It could be worse;

I was on the dole.

Fortnightly degradation.

I arrange the veg,

It brings me no joy.

Lifeless potatoes gazing,

Judging from their mass grave.

The minutes pass like hours,

I spend them stacking fruit.

Truly the most fruitless,

of all fruitless tasks.

Relief washes over me;

Lunch break has arrived.

Not a moment too soon,

I am released from my duties.

The once endless minutes;

Now rush past like seconds.

My thirty-minute respite ends,

And the drudgery of work beckons.

The penetrating cold of industry,

bores its way into my depths.

Eternally festering within me,

no heat can soothe my woe.

Conversing with name-tagged friends;

it aids in breaking the lull.

But still this day never ends.

This is truly the epitome of dull.

My mind colludes with notions of mutiny.

There must be some way out.

My pointless role imprisons me.

Why must it be this way?

My final hours approach.

The shift will soon be at its end.

The footsteps of freedom near,

and my spirit is finally lifted.

Alas the day has drawn to a close.

I am no longer a monotony-withered prisoner,

clad in my bright green death shrouds.

Tomorrow, however, it all begins again.

Epic tattoo fail. A few days of stuff.

So I went to northampton to take my meticulously designed tattoo to Phil's to get it priced up for the next day... they told me there was too much detail for the size and that they would have to resize it and I would have to come back the next day for the inking. After leaving Phil's I went to meet stuart at his halls in Northampton. We hung out, i met his flat mates and we drank some beer. After drinking some more beer, eating some homemade pate and listening to a random assortment of music we went out to a club night at the union bar opposite Stuart's flat. It was much fun, the drinks were very cheap, so cheap that I didn't mind buying drinks for random people. I had my very first Jaegerbomb, it was nice so I had another one. After a few hours of drinking, smoking and dancing we went back to stuarts flat where he and a couple of his mates stayed up for ages smoking weed and listening to music, i bowed out and fell asleep on his bed. The next morning we sat in a hungover state while watching some Animals of Farthing Wood. Fox is the coolest, he's a proper cockney spiv, he sounds like danny from Withnail and I. I went back to Phil's that afternoon to find out they hadn't resized my tattoo, hence the title 'Epic tattoo fail'. I still plan on getting a tatto in the very near future, something small on the forearm, I need to think about the celtic knot and redesign it to a more suitable size.

The next day (thursday derrrrr) i am currently listening to black sheep by metric, it's goooood. I went to wellingborough train station to meet louise, a friend from uni, she was coming up for the day so we could go for a drink and catch up. On the way to the train station I was thinking I wished I had brought a scarf with me, just as i thought that I looked to the right to see a scarf hanging of a fence, I am not ashamed to say I took it, maybe I should be. We got some lunch at a place called Ollie's, it was tasty good make feel nice. Had a good'un on thursday, went back to mine, watched withnail and I, naomi had joined us by this point (i'm glad we can still be friends and hang out after everything that happened) had a few drinks, had something to eat then went down to the duke, Louise got rather drunk (hehe) when we got back to mine we watched some black books and called it a night.

I had work the next day, it was crap as always. Watched some southpark when i got back then slept.

Went to work today, still crud. Going to make a seafood stirfry for dinner. Oohh yarrrrr.

I forgot to mention that Stuart gave me a huge jar of Skippy peanut butter, i was so very chuffed! It would have cost me about 12 quid in a shop, cashback!

end of transmission.