the joys of teleportation
earlier this year i experienced bona fide teleportation! no really i did.

my wife and i had made plans for the children to be at my folks and for us to go into town for a nice evening - just the two of us. some coctails, maybe some food. just a generally chilled night out.

best laid plans of mice etc..

first stop was reading's cafe iguana for some coctails. well 3 pints of long island ice tea and i was into party mood (ie. acting like a twat). i'd already started to hassle to 2 djs in the place ("so you like breaks? you know who i am? (as it happened they did) i'll hook you up with loads of rekkids gimme yer numbers) and was well into thinking i was still touring when a friend "arrived" (apparently i had called him) with some pills.

or a teleport machine as they turned out to be.

i remember very little of the next 6 hours. apparently the teleport device wasn;t working properly as we didn't go straight from the bar to my house as i suspected, but had stopped off at 2 local clubs and several houses of ill repute before returning to haze towers where i really came into my element.

to my mind though one minute i'm in iguana and it's 10pm the next i'm lying flat on my back in my back garden at 4am quite clearly off my swede!

apparently i'd been up to all manner of amusing antics - taking 2 hours to put some music on via the all new wireless media system at home. rolling around like some spazz to the delight of my wife and old friend and some bird we picked up along the way (apparently teleporting can do that). jumping around in the studio so much that i practicaly fractured my ankle (couldnt walk for 2 days. twas a lovely black colour).

at one point we were having a conversation about dinosaurs (!) and what omnivores ate. my reply - "well they mainly eat wooden doorhandles". hmmmm quite.
( MrHaze likes to poo, Fri 16 Dec 2005, 11:22, Reply)