Vikram: Does Vikram now actually drink and socialise with Benway and his lady or is this just an extension of the gay housemate fantasy that was played up for a couple of weeks.
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I had a surprisingly good weekend, despite feeling all morose. NWOD persuaded me to go for a couple with him in a comedy goth pub on Friday night, which was entertaining and gossip-worthy.
I wandered aimlessly round central London for a bit on Saturday, before going to the Searching for Shakespeare exhibit at the National Portrait Gallery, which was good on my student card, but do people really pay £8/£10 for these things?
Got invited to a hastily convened All Men Are Bastards night out, which involved a lot of ranting and swearing, drinking alcopops on the tube like common tarts, mugfuls of Schapps as my mate Heth didn't have any shot glasses, falling off my heels and obtaining a massive bruise on my arse, and falling asleep on the night bus (thank you TFL for making Wimbledon the last stop on the N77). Was in a world of pain on Sunday, but otherwise just what the doctor ordered. Men? Bastards, I say.
Edit: except my soft-arse mate Heth kept letting the side down by saying things like, "they can't all be bastards- Will Young is lovely, I'm sure."
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friday night was spent christening my mates new turntable. after a month of advice and insisting he bought a simple project debut, he bought a technics 1200 knock off. i helped balance his tone arm, set his needle pressure, then we played records. no dance music. and drank. jack daniels martini concoctions. i think some foreigner was played, some elo, some stone roses and oasis, some creedance clearwater revival and some belle and sebastian. with dancing. lift home with drunk driver, which is the standard here. its a little frightening the first time, then it just gets to the point of "oh fuck it".
saturday, woke up felt like the ghosts of rock and roll had taken my guts and used them for guitar strings. went record shopping, bought sweet sweet backs badassss soundtrack ($1, some gil scott heron and idris muhammed, and a bunch of other similar stuff but also planet rock ($1) (total cost $21 and change). went home. listened to records. went to birthday dinner at buca de beppo. an american italian "family" dinner chain. it got tacky with people arguing about a $3 in the checks. cross words were exchanged. we left. we then went to a gay sports/dive bar for another birthday. that was ok. though i broke my watch. all in all a bit of an odd night, no real excitement and no real drama, just an underlying feeling of nothing really working well.
sunday clocks went forward, went to record sale with mate who through the proceeds of selling records through ebay etc will be buying a house at the end of the year. nearly got squashed against the concrete barriers on the freeway by a truck. recovered, went to the show, very small. luckily not much hip hop, no house or techno. didn't buy anything. listened to some tales of a store in cincinnati that had been closed in 1969 as was. the doors locked. and when it was opened, it was like business had started again. everything was sealed, pristine, 45s, LPs, promo materials. it was "the grail" went home. went to oprymills mall,bought sunglasses, running shoes, drove home from the mall in the worlds worst storm. the freeway disappeared, brakelights flew on, windscreens steamed up, windows rolled down, traffic stopped, water everywhere, trucks passing on the other side of the freeway were dumping spray over to our side. 20 minutes of water based fear. then the sun came out.
sat at home for a bit, drove over to friends house,ate food, watched sopranos.
drove home in a thunderstorm. lightning arcing across the sky, making the "battower" jump out of the skyline, thunder resonating around downtown, raindrops the size of quarters bouncing fatly off the windscreen.
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I think that’s a pretty shitty thing to talk about to be honest Jonesy. VP is already feeling fragile because her boyfriend dumped her. Do you really think that having some old perv fantasising about her is going to do anything other than exacerbate things?
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He wasn't my boyfriend, and there's been no dumping, engine boy!
I don't know if there's a technical term for when someone you'd been casually shagging doesn't email/text so much and the momentum seems to have fizzled out. Any ideas?
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quote:Originally posted by Ringo: I think that’s a pretty shitty thing to talk about to be honest Jonesy. VP is already feeling fragile because her boyfriend dumped her. Do you really think that having some old perv fantasising about her is going to do anything other than exacerbate things?
For shame, Jonesy.
Funnily enough, I was going to say something along those exact lines Ringo. I was going to try and mitigate the crime by explaining that it was a sweet, non erotic dream but I couldn't think of anything to say along those lines that didn't make it sound even more sinister.
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I hung out with East End hipsters on Friday, and on Saturday went to TK Maxx, where I failed to buy anything because I am a disgusting fat freak, and a 40th birthday party, which I failed to stay at until 7.30am, unlike me equally ancient friends. Yoga on Sunday morning, followed by some pretty hard-core pottering, including pruning my bush and throwing away five years worth of phone bills, inexplicably carted around for years.
Oh, and then we went to an open mike session at the local, full of remarkably talented musicians. And one utter tosser who proceeded to talk very loudly through everybody else's sets after he'd finished his.
quote:Originally posted by Vogon Poetess: I don't know if there's a technical term for when someone you'd been casually shagging doesn't email/text so much and the momentum seems to have fizzled out. Any ideas?
quote:Originally posted by Vogon Poetess: I don't know if there's a technical term for when someone you'd been casually shagging doesn't email/text so much and the momentum seems to have fizzled out. Any ideas?
quote:Originally posted by Vogon Poetess: I don't know if there's a technical term for when someone you'd been casually shagging doesn't email/text so much and the momentum seems to have fizzled out. Any ideas?
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so, for my weekend, I did make tempura and buy shorts, but I didn't watch Breaking the Waves. Instead I watched Police Academy 3 and lots of poker. Didn't go to Muswell Hill. Spent all of sunday in bed with a massive drug trial-esque hangover.
[ 03.04.2006, 11:52: Message edited by: Dr. Benway ]
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Quick VP! Email him saying 'look I don't think it's working out' and bulletpoint any minute and unimportnt character flaws. Cite bad breath and 'unusual shaped penis' for starters. You don't want to be on the receiving end of one of these. Pre-emptive strike*
Did anyone else notice Damo got a lift home from a drunken explaining it was the norm? When I went out with my step-dad on St Patricks day my Mother went balistic when we both came home drunk and shouted at him for drink driving. What I don't understand is that is was a given we were going out with the aim of being pretty pissed, so why she thought for one night only, her hubby would have the power to resist alcohol, one can only wonder.
quote:Originally posted by jonesy999: Professionally ?
i dont even know if thats true, i just thought it was a funny thing to say. he makes wiggly experimental music though, and has probably played a theremin at some point or another.
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Well, I might get a farewell shag on Weds if I'm lucky, but I like the idea of a pre-emptive strike. I feel like pointing out that the availability of women who will eagarly talk about horseracing and betting all night and are happy with a Valentines date watching footie in the pub is, you know, LIMITED. There's just no pleasing some people.
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I bet when the camera went away and Dance's shoes were being shown off to another punter he leant across to one of the robots, pulled the arm forward and made little explosions/gun noises with his lips.
quote:Originally posted by Vogon Poetess: when someone you'd been casually shagging doesn't email/text so much and the momentum seems to have fizzled out
Maybe he just ran out of things to say for the time being? I don't know. If the dating game means constantly texting one another, I reckon celibacy would be the better option. A couple of weeks ago I had to engage in my first txt-cntvrsatn with a pal who refuses to answer his fucking calls and - as I was passenger in a car at the time - by the time the exchange was over, I was car-sicker than a dog on poppers and my hands had morphed into these horrible, carpal-tunnelled lobster-claw things. All that and we'd still only established that 1. No, he wouldn't be around for the next few nights and 2. GOTO 1.
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