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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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That's right shitfaces, what are you getting up to this weekend?
I've got to get up early to do some exercise tomorrow but the chances are I'll sleep in. I'll also be keeping up to date with the German football (tonight) and the English/Italian (tomorrow).
There shall be no booze consumed, this health kick as alive and .. kicking. Whatcha doin?
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:13, 84 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
beefore taht though I have to:
unblock the bath
paint a door
wash the sheets
sweep the floor
buy a specific bottle of wine
sand the bottom of the front door
maybe run somewhere
renew my house insurance
write my last thank you later
well you did ask...
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:17, Reply)
and there was a wider nicer door underneath.
I'm trying to process this.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:06, Reply)
I'm going to do as much as I can, I should probably make a spring cleaning playlist.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:25, Reply)
to stuff like System of a Down and Mindless Self Indulgence. If you dust in time with the music it's done in half an hour.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 11:19, Reply)
accompanied by Motorhead's 'No Sleep Til Hammersmith' for similar reasons.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 11:20, Reply)
starting at 10:30 which is frankly ridiculous. The moron who runs the place is trying to get people to stay in his pub rather than going to clubs, but on past experience most people have fucked off by about 11, so we'll be playing to a mostly empty place.
I'm going to sleep for the rest of the weekend.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:29, Reply)
and he's got one of the best pubs in town
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:39, Reply)
Then we realised that this was possibly the most terrible idea we'd ever had. We'd both be dead within a few months.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:42, Reply)
I think is in response to most of my mates wanting to do nothing but go to the pub.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:45, Reply)
Too many halfwits, the drink is too pricey and I end up just wanting to get back for a smoke.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:48, Reply)
I do love settling in for a roast and a load of beers on a cold Sunday afternoon, in a pub with a real fire and a pile of newspapers...
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:52, Reply)
but that doesn't fit the mould of most folk's idea of. 'going to the pub'. 3 deep at the bar, the air thick with hairspray and desperation, barely concealed aggression, gay silk shirts and 'a round of shots for the lads, WAHEY'.
Absolute nightmare.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:01, Reply)
get yourself a good pub guide, that should receommend some more traditional ale-ly pubs
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:10, Reply)
I haven't been to one of those hooting fuck fests for 14 months, however, because I work with zombehs, and I want to show my face tonight, I will have to run the gauntlet.
Used to go to a cracking microbrewery pub that sold all my favourite bottled beers, including the towering Trappist Rochefort 12 (11.3%) and they also had Liefmans Kriek on draught, which was frankly amazing!
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:17, Reply)
They are Belgian beer specialists and they have fucking hundreds of 'em.
www.viewlondon.co.uk/pubsandbars/the-dove-review-15757.html
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:20, Reply)
I particularly like the sound of the back bar that is "darker and more sombre with a European beer cellar feel to it". Sounds good. Although, I would be too tempted to put all the lovely glasses into my bag, as 'souveniers'.
/scottish bastard
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:30, Reply)
There's one that looks like a test tube and comes with its own wooden stand - rather too 'look at me, I'm a beer specialist' for my liking though. I do have two pilfered Delerium Tremens glasses which I use for cognac...
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:37, Reply)
I had a few Tremens glasses as well, lovely beer, very creamy. Ended up breaking them though, mainly because i'm a drunken buffoon. On one particularly eventful afternoon, i walked out of a pub with 6, yes 6, Leffe glasses. I use them for wine, and they are simply perfect.
Fuck, i'm choking for a beer now.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:46, Reply)
Get a head start, only a Wetherspoons mind you, so Erdinger or Leffe would be my best choice. However, they do have a new wheat beer, hilariously called Tucher. probably pronounced 'Tooshare', but i'm opting for 'Toucher'
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 11:03, Reply)
and ask if they have a kids' area.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 11:07, Reply)
is one where you can't get served for shit, can't get a seat and have to bellow at your friends in order to hear each other. That, people, is a shit pub. And don't give me any crap about a 'lively atmosphere' either - if you are unable to create a pleasant atmosphere with your own friends, and instead need to supplement your evening with braying strangers, you are a boring cunt and so are your mates.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:11, Reply)
they think because all the adults are there heaving at the bar that the place must be excellent. The majority tend to learn the err of their ways.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:34, Reply)
On the plus side you can play any self-indulgent crap you want. Although no doubt you probably do this anyway.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:37, Reply)
When I was paying my dues as a DJ I had some terrible nights, like playing to a near-empty bar on a wet Wednesday. What's worse is a place empty apart from one really, really pissed up twat who think's you're the best DJ they've ever seen and repeatedly tells you this whilst trying to impress you with their knowledge by requesting every single record they've ever heard of in that particular style.
I don't miss it, I can tell you.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:51, Reply)
Although I'm sure you've also had plenty of high octane nights behind the wheels of steel! Many a time i've wished i could drag the stupid fucking DJ out of his booth and just play some 'classics'. Too often DJ's disappear up their own arses and insist on playing the latest, laziest, easiest to mix crap they can get their hands on. I would be all up for mixing it up big time...say Squarepusher followed by New Fads followed by Autechre followed by Beefheart type thing.
Just playing great music, basically.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:58, Reply)
Playing to 3000 people in a warehouse in Kings Cross, or to a packed-to-the-rafters Cork Opera House at the Guinness Jazz Festival were high points. As was my residency at Turnmills, playing alongside folk like Norman Cook (one of the nicest people I've ever met), and The Chemical Brothers...
Seems like a lifetime ago.
*stares wistfully into the distance*
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:04, Reply)
If you could see the wet and windswept industrial estate that I can see out of my window, you would understand how utterly miserable it was to snap out of that little reverie....
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:17, Reply)
something to look at. I work in a windowless dungeon. Trust me, windswept and grey would be like a watching a rainbow on mushrooms for me.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:19, Reply)
Managed to clean the sick off those shoes yet?
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:05, Reply)
Walking eight or nine miles with my folks on Sunday. I can hardly fucking wait to get out there and get my heartrate up. It's going to be massively soggy but I don't care.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:48, Reply)
And then tomorrow I'm back to Civilisation, accompanied by a hangover, to buy a Fridge Freezer.
ROCK AND ROLL.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:02, Reply)
It would be pretty useful.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:06, Reply)
WHAT HAVE WE DONE?!
In my next post: what shall we put in the freezer?
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:12, Reply)
I think it's called Viennetta. I think posh people eat it because on the advert it's served on a silver platter.
Also, some of 'them' oven chip thingies and Do They Know It's Christmas, for the kiddies in Africa.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:14, Reply)
Apparently she's intending to teach herself taxidermy.
Also, just wait til I start looking for pushchair reviews. It's a fucking minefield. (I was thinking of a buying a wheelbarrow instead.)
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:17, Reply)
My great grandma said prams were only really to carry your shopping.
So much so that my nan used to have a McLaren buggy with a box in for her 'messages' long after we'd all grown up.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:20, Reply)
Get an affordable and reliable fridge instead.
May I suggest you look at John Lewis' own brand white goods. My mother has only recently replaced our one from 1984. And that was only because it went yellow. It worked fine inside.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:12, Reply)
We've seen a decent one in Currys. It freezes, it fridges, it is all we need.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:12, Reply)
Pissing in odd spots round the house, hiding his money and being unable to find it the next day, and singing Mack The Knife.
He's thankfully grown out of the first two, and Mack the Knife is shifting to give floorspace to 'I Know That Someday You'll Want Me To Want You'.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:23, Reply)
Picking up the keys to our recently-purchased house (assuming completion happens as planned today), wedding dress shopping with a friend. And then hunting, killing, cooking and eating a haggis, with lashings of whisky.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:06, Reply)
Supposed to be going to a birthday but my guts are conveniently playing up. I may cancel. At this rate no fucker would turn up to mine even if I did something cos they'll all be cross with me for bailing out of theirs.
I am also going to do some spring cleaning.
I am also catching up with a mate.
I am also going to buy new clothes and grundies.
I much prefer quiet pubs, like my pub dring the week.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:10, Reply)
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:21, Reply)
also involving a cock
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:26, Reply)
I wasn't being invited to anyone's party.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:38, Reply)
the great homo.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:48, Reply)
Some might say that's because I'm not funny but I refuse to believe that. I think there's some sort of error in the site code.
(, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:55, Reply)
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