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And post on my thread! And ooh it's a good one: What did you do at the weekend?
Ta-daaa! I'm the genius original threadstarter, I know.
Friday: Drinking with an old friend in Finsbury Park. Here he is, delighted with his lovely new blonde girlfriend.
Saturday: Recieved Secret Santa gift! Containing lipsmackers lipglosses in flavours of strawberry and blueberry (yummy!), a nylon scrubber (what are you trying to say?), a furry wristband, and a Hello Kitty Pez dispenser which I dare not open because it is too complete in its shiny Sanrio packaging. Thank you, oh non-mysterious non-secret Santa! And no thank you to Hackney Post office, who took a whopping three million years to deliver said gift. Boo! Hiss!
The rest of Saturday: Did some recordings. Yes yes, I know I'm FAR too old to be in a band, etc, but until I get married and have babies I suppose I'm going to have to just carry on doing things that are interesting and fun. It was great, Kate 'fanned' my vocals so there were three of me singing, and then put a step delay on it so it was all echoey. It sounded gorgeous, like a choir of angels. The last recordings we did were really thin and horrible and rubbish, because we were recording on a 16-track, but now we're recording on a 24-track, so there may be room for 12 vocal tracks, so we're going to sound amazing by the time we're done...
And on Sunday I pottered around and then went to a friend's house and watched Season 2 of the OC, and it was brilliant - exactly what I needed to do.
And here endeth the weekend. It was pretty good really, a decent mix of sociability and productivity. Overall: 7.5 / 10. What about you?
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I spent Friday night in an Abandoned Nuclear Bunker, right in the centre of the vondelpark whilst a mates band practised and I got drunk, trying to teach the lead singer how sing like James Hetfield, and then commenting that they played 'Plush' too damn slow. Last night I watched Jelle Klaasen kick Barney's arse at darts.
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friday was recovery from wednesday and thursday nights. stayed in, watched tv, ordered groceries online. chilled.
saturday lounged about in teh day. groceries were delivered. a couple of friends came over and we watched in good company which is brilliant. then, because we are drunk and twats, we were full of "psyched!", "that's awesome!" and "teddy k!", which are catchphrases from the film. went to a bar called Hell which was quite fun, full of coked up tossers. then on to a big birthday bash at teh Lightbar in shoreditch. got hideously drunk and spent the whole night making out like a thirteen year old with a very fit fashunista with stupid hair. smug and sleazy.
sunday i awoke very late, pottered about, felt like shit, watched malcolm in the middle, remembered the night before. a friend came over. tv and wine and chat. lovely.
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Maturo weekend activity 1: staying in on Friday night and feeling superior to Jodie Marsh.
MWA2: rushing around Sainsburys on Saturday morning doing a 'big shop', with ideas for week-night meals and everything. Old friend arrived from Sheffield at 3.30, enabling me to sit on the sofa all day instead of doing DIY.
MWA3: Best friend's 40th birthday party, at which played pool on minute table with cues about six inches long, and complained about music being too loud. I think mortgage rates were mentioned at some stage.
MWA4: Traditional Sunday trip to dump then Homebase to buy Farrow and Ball paint.
Disturbing thing1: this kind of thing now constitutes 'a good weekend'. DT2: I too watched the darts. And enjoyed it.
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My weekend was well relaxing, although I probably spent too much of it in bed.
Friday night: first half spent on the Oxford Tube, a journey made a good deal more tolerable by Haruki Murakami's Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World, as recommended by Team O's Dr Benway. Turned up in Oxford to find girlfriend wearing an evening gown, preparing a candlelit dinner.
Saturday: Slept late; early afternoon spent playing Tony Hawk's UNderground while octavia went out to coach her rowing team. Then drinks at The Head of the River. Dinner, followed by The Wild Bunch, and They Live. A solid few hours of motion picture goodness.
Sunday: Plans to go hiking were unfortunately nixed by my inability to get out of bed before mid-day. When the clouds came in we settled for One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest and The Pianist. Big dinner followed by grim, lonely schlep back to Wimbledon.
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Sa Turd Hay: Woke to the alarm of a clock at thirty after seven and drove to the London borough of MC Hammer-Smith. By eleven I was thrashing guitar in a sweaty Acton rehearsal room. At four I took a walk around Hammer-Smith with band to take some photographs. SLR + Tripod + rain + low light + bemused onlookers = fun. Got a bit confused when the photo didn't appear on the back of the camera after I'd taken it. Someone told me that you have to pay a chemist to convert the pictures into paper.
Sunned Hay:
Bought brightly coloured card on which to print some lurid vector art I've been working on. My on-off relationship with Ms A Illustrator has recently been rejuvenated thanks to a dirty Sunday afternoon filled with sexy curves, revealing layers and lacy beziers.
Watched the excellent and exciting final of the darts, in which 100-1 n00b, Jelle Klaasen beat four times world champion Raymond van Barneveld.
quote: He said: "I've had g-strings and thongs thrown my way. An older woman threw a pair of bloomers at me and I even had a Dutchman throwing his big boxer shorts at my head! My girlfriend is at the tournament and she is competing in the women's event. She never looks too happy when this goes on but I've told her that people are just having fun.
"I was never aware that women would like me because it's not something you associate with darts. Most of us are out of shape and maybe I will go that way some day. Perhaps I could even produce my own range of underwear!"
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Friday night: A meal, some drinks and lots of bickering with the missus.
Saturday: Went for a walk in Kent that lasted about six years. More bickering about her inability to read maps and follow instructions. In the evening we watched 'The Island' because, despite just about every review ever, 'Dig' looks 'boring'
Sunday: Friend came round. Got hammered. No bickering as missus is in Budapest.
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I hope I'm not becoming one of those awful boring people who get really depressed in January, but I am really depressed. Everything's just meh at the moment.
Met up with a bunch of uni mates on Friday. Had to look at 3 massive books of safari photos, and watch something called "Celebrity Big Brother". Strangely, there were only two "celebrity" (ie famous) people in it. Did my Moulin Rouge duet with my mate Heth, but wasn't feeling on top form at all.
Boring, lonely stuff on Sat and Sun. Went to the cinema a couple of times. Queued at the post office depot for my special delivery Cheltenham Festival tickets and Thorn's porn book. Read in bed. Sulked in the bath.
Meh. The bleakness has come upon me.
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I didn't do anything cool at the weekend, so I'm unable to join in.
Oh, I saw Jarhead on Sunday night which I posted about here already but only Wayne gave me a reply, which I knew he would as I know he wants to see it..
quote:Originally posted by Vogon Poetess: I hope I'm not becoming one of those awful boring people who get really depressed in January, but I am really depressed. Everything's just meh at the moment.
I know exactly how you feel - I'm convinced I suffer from SAD - I just seem to spend most of my life on the couch during the winter months, have zero enthusiasm for anything and just as you brillinatly put it, feel meh.
It's a very bright white light that simulates daylight. I used it a lot as a room light before we had electricity on our third floor.
I don't know if it makes me happier but I do know that if I put it on for half an hour in the morning it wakes me up quicker and I do feel a little more alert than usual, though from outside it must look like I'm using a sunbed.
Edit: Though when using the sunbed I never think that from outside it must look like I'm using the daylight light.
I think I might have a sunbed later, it also does Infra Red heat at the same time and my back is killing me..
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There's a bar in London somewhere where they've just installed some lightboxes, so you can get cheered up while getting wasted. Genius.
I used to love Christmas, but the people I form relationships seem to enjoy dumping me just beforehand - 23rd Dec being a particular day of misery - so now I approach it with respect and fear. As I age, all the joy is slowly being beaten out of me, to be replaced with misery and cynicism. Is this normal?
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Ah, right. I remember reading about a natural alarm clock, which is a lamp that starts to glow about half hour before the time you have to set to get up, and the light gradually gets brighter and brighter, simulating the natural wake from sleep that daylight brings.
It sounded cool, but I'm not sure how the snooze function would work.
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the toilets in Hell (the bar, not the state of London's life) are white tiled like school bogs and very very bright lights. it hurt my eyes.
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quote:Originally posted by London: I used to love Christmas, but the people I form relationships seem to enjoy dumping me just beforehand - 23rd Dec being a particular day of misery - so now I approach it with respect and fear.
Is that because they don't want to buy you an xmas present?
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Hell is a terrible name for a bar. It's exactly the name you'd plump for if you were 14 years old and had no idea what being cool was.
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it's actually called something else now, something belgian i think, but it used to be called Hell and that's what everyone still knows it as. also, i dson't care what you think, but am bored today so
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I've thought of another thing that upped the 'good' score of the weekend - celebrities on ice. Veep - surely that brought some cheer to your bleak darkness?
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Friday Night. Decide not to go to Ikea as planned, decide will go tomorrow afternoon. This means I am free to attend entirety of the Dinner Party my mate Joel is having. This is good, because Dinner Parties are one of the many things Joel is good at. Keep in mind that other things Joel is good at include sliding about on laminate flooring on his back and really, really liking Metallica. Turn up, beers, waffle, wine, lush foods, more wine, more lush foods, more wine, bawdier waffle, yet more lush foods, more wine, cake, more wine, very nice whisky, smoking, taxi, unconsciousness.
Saturday Get up. Urgh. Sweep garden of leaves, bag up. Discover cat shit in planter. Urgh. Toast and can of coke. Less urgh. Go to look at Bath suites in shop for those things. Return home. Some proper food. Resident Evil 4 shaped displacement activity. Decide not to go to Ikea as planned, will go next week sometime, honest. Go to look at Bath suites in another shop for those sort of things. Better price news on cost of shower door. Great. Go to B&Q to look at window boxes, buy a Camellia for my Aunt. Go out on a date with a lady. Date good. Stay up very late, eat too little, drink and smoke far, far too much.
Sunday Urgh. Avoid DIY, displace avoid displace, loaf, avoid, urgh. Shopping. Cook wholesome chicken and veg smoked paprika stew thing, collapse in front of TV. Watch people chucking pumpkins long distance, then Lost, then the start of Von Ryan’s Express before eyes become heavy and start nodding off. Go to bed. Manage to read about two lines of You Shall Know Our Velocity by Dave Eggers before unconsciousness.
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