ATP, Minehead
Just back from the ATP Festival in Minehead and managed to spend around £300 without getting drunk once! I also spend £40 on weed before hand. Food etc wasn't even that expensive so i don't know how I did it. On the up side I got cool Pavement and Broken Social Scene t-shirts! Money well spent!
(Dr. Gonzo, Thu 20 May 2010, 12:23, 2 replies)

A spontaneous weekend of clubbing that went as follows:
7pm call mate in Reading, decide we're going to go to Godskitchen in Birmingham.
Get to Newbury train station, trains to Reading are cancelled. Call dad, he drives me to Reading.
Meet mate at Reading, rush to get tickets at about 35 quid a pop.
Get to Birmingham, go to Godskitchen. £12 entry + drinks. Oh and the cab fare. Fergie live on Radio 1 was brilliant though.
4am head back to train station. Both pissed, my mate moreso. Get on train to Liverpool.
Get to Liverpool and grab breakfast in a McDonald's before looking for a hotel. Holiday Inn only has one room left. Book room at £130 or something ridiculous. Ask why hotel is fully booked. It's Grand National weekend.
Get on Metro to Aintree. It's too early to go in so wait around outside, then get ticket. Think this was around £25.
Drinks, bets (win nothing), food, etc.
Head back to hotel. Get changed. Head out in Liverpool. Drinks. Lots of. Then head to Cream. Another £15 entry + drinks.
Next day, go for lunch before heading home.

Basically this weekend cost me about £500 which I paid cash (usually I just whacked everything on the credit card). It was awesome but expensive and exhausting.

The end.
( I'm dreaming of a SexFace Christmas Just like the ones all filled with hoes, Thu 20 May 2010, 11:39, Reply)

Just found out on the weekend
that I am struggling to pay my car insurance due to a few bank cockups, and the policy will cancel next week.

So I just went to those twunts on gocompare with the volume turned off on my computer speakers just in case. And actually found an offer to save about 50% off me existing insurance.

Cheers lads, but I still hate the fucking advert :p
( Jeccius PS3 Borderlands 2 junkie, Thu 20 May 2010, 10:48, 4 replies)

Just read a post from Wales so this is relevant
I'm going up there on Friday to see my all-soul-mate from the 80's we have been friends for all this time, been on teenage related holidays, done the "holiday" by madonna dancing on tables in majorca and all that shite......

Picture 1. Arrive at 4pm - oh I had to get here this early to avoid the M4 traffic from southampton - ah how lovely to see you...........
Picture 2. Fuck me Sarah it great to see you mate, haven't been up here for nearly 2 years mate long overdue... wot we doing then.....

yeah going for meal.......yeah mate......at her hotel........drinks......meal..........drinks....meal..go home.....drinks.........drinks

next day

alright mate, did I have a few last night and who was that bloke ?

lunch.....meal..........drinks......drinks......drinks.......

I go there with 6 bottles of wine and they all get done........

all getting too old............

let you know Monday. ha !
( Tiggy the diver, Wed 19 May 2010, 22:39, 11 replies)

I once went on an unintentional adventure to Wales...
One weekend during secondary school my friend Katy and I embarked upon a wild and dangerous adventure to see Hi5. Yes, the Asutralian bunch who sing and do dances for children. She was mad, I was adventure hungry.

We packed up, sorted out the car, printed out the maps and direct travel instructions, got in and off we drove! We stopped in a little English village she knew for some sweets and I bought a funny sheep toy which we decided was our mascot then on we carried to the distant Travel Lodge Inn, or whatever it was. The purple one.

We both trundled in, her in her driving slippers, to be told we were near but at the wrong one. Cutting it close, off we toddled to the right one. We unloaded the bags, I picked bits of popcorn out my top (I had been eating a giant bucket I had picked up in a petrol station), and we carried on to the concert.

Now, if there hadn't been some sort of triangular roundabout I reckon we'd have been fine. However, as it was, this did not bode well for us and we ended up lost. Driving through a huuuuge tunnel we came to stop outside a shop, where I phoned my mum for advice.

"Hah, knowing you two you've probably ended up in Wales!"

I laughed. Katy laughed. My boyfriend who phoned after laughed. Then we checked the maps. Damn.

So off we toddled back to Liverpool, through the tole bridge and ginormous tunnel, to find that damned parking area so we could rush in rather late and catch the end of the show. Katy had cut up her good hand bag to secretly film this, so she was particularly peeved.

Five hours later we arrive back at the Travel Lodge Inn. Had we made the concert? Had we found the parking area? Had we got lost in Liverpool for the whole five hours only to drive past the concert hall to see the stage hands packing up the boxes from the show we paid for and missed?

That wasn't the end of it, though! For the next two hours we drove about trying to find somewhere, anywhere, to eat. Unlucky us, we had travelled on a bank holiday and everywhere but the local dodgey chippy was shut. And so it was we were to be found tired and smelly, eating chips so greasy they almost told us "it wasn't fair!" and watching The Matrix in a small, scruffy room.

It cost us a fortune!! From petrol, to pocorn, to awful chips, the room fee and tole fairs. To top it all, that was Katy's birthday. We both agreed, having arrived back home the next day, that if we had the chance to do it again... we definitely would! It may have cost a bomb but it was a hell of a lot of fun and a nice little adventure indeed.
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Wed 19 May 2010, 19:19, 1 reply)