Thursday
Said goodbye to our dead body. She's been good to us.
Went to Lily Allen at the Carling Academy. Getting there, I went by underground - this turned out to be a foolish move, as I had forgotten that stupid Rangers were playing a stupid Spanish team at stupid Ibrox. Therefore the train became ridiculously busy with fans of the aforementioned stupid teams... I did find the Spanish fans sporting giant red wigs particularly amusing.
The concert itself was pretty awesome... at one point Lily Allen (or Lils as I like to call her) was standing next to us, and she was so wee. Yay high. This didn't stop the concert from being ace.
- Highlight = cover of Heart of Glass
- Lowlight = stupid drunken man who insisted on talking to me
I then went to the HIV. And went home after about half an hour. I'm cool that way.
Friday
From this day forward, I had to weigh all the food and drink I consumed. Sometimes I confound even myself with the stupid things I involve myself with.
Went to an art school partay and drank:
- 525ml of Strongbow Cider
- 470ml of White Wine
Saturday
After the excesses of the previous night (see exact quantities above) I did not get to bed to 3am... This would be fine, if I wasn't getting a bus to Edinburgh at 10am. The combo of slight hangover and excessive tiredness was NOT pleasant.
The reason for the Edinburgh visit was twofold:
- To watch the rugby in a bar beside Murrayfield (apparently I have no idea what happens in a rugby match)
- To visit Sheona, in her delightful flat in Marchmont
All went well, Scotland lost (apparently) and I found Sheona's flat without a problem (and I didn't resort to getting one of the bicycle rickshaws... which was really tempting, I had an amusing image of turning up at Sheona's door with the sound of the stupid bell on the rickshaw... it would have been good).
On the way back to town, on the Royal Mile I almost fell onto my face after slipping on a condom. This would have been embarrassing, much like if (for example) I was sick... in Fat Boab's... on the floor... after 4 drinks.
THEN when I got back into Glasgow, I was rushing to catch the Kelvindale train and thought that I would save time by using the self service ticket machines... just use the card and it will take 2 seconds, none of this fannying around with a real person. Unfortunately, my card didn't work, so I had to use the cash one - having only a £20 note, I put this in without thinking... Just as it disappeared into the machine, the thought 'I wonder if it gives change in notes'.
It did not. I stood there for about 15 seconds as £18.30 dropped agonisingly slowly. People around must have thought I was a super retard.
I ended the night at Claire's, where there was much hilarity and drinking. By this point I was feeling decidedly ill and tired, and thought that a night at the Garage was probably not the best remedy.
Sunday
Today was spent at the stupid Old Firm game.
It was cold. I was tired. I felt ill. The game was shite. The fans were (the usual) scum of the earth.
That is all.
2 comments:
hellooo, its ruth here, i thought i should probably let you know that i am secretly stalking you through this wee blog. not such a secret anymore, sob. by the way, is the HIV still pure busy on a thursday? someone told me its pure dead nowadays.
I didn't realise that this was even here!
Hmmm, I can't actually remember if it was busy... Although to be fair, if was dead this would mean less horrible GU sweaty people from being too close...
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