Waaaarrrrrgggghhhhh!
Sorry about the lack of updates, still in flat redecoration hell.
Bleeding half-arsed landlords and cowboy decorators doing the rest of the flat.
We are now missing 150 CDs - taken without consent.
I have also made our dumbass letting agent aware of his responsibilities under the Housing Act of 1985 and the House of Multiple Occupation sections, due to change.
Other than that I've:
Watched Dr Who on the influence of magic mushrooms. It didn't help, it was still crap - no wonder Mr Eccleson decided to quit, and Billy Piper - oh go back to shagging unfunny, ugly, bespectacled ginger TV presenters with a thing for prepubesant girls.
Ten years younger the TV cosmetic surgery program is called but all it too for me was a clean shave and haircut. I went to the rather run down barbers shop on Bermondsey Street - I needed plastic (card) surgery on exiting - £12 for a haircut!!! That's 3 times what I usually pay.
I almost needed a heart surgeon as well, I'd have fallen off the chair if the guy didn't (literal) have a cut-throat razor to my neck. Scary shit, not the blade but the fact that it was a proper 'old-skool' style, not the new ones that look like them but actually have disposable blades in them. All I could think was how many AIDS monkeys have you slit open with that, I really don't give a f**k how many times you dip it in Barbicide first!!!
I've also been getting far too drunk recently - nothing new there, and failing miserably to get to the gym.
I booked to go and see Laurent Garnier playing on the 16th at The.End
Not sure if I mentioned it before but I bumped into a guy I used to share an office with at my last workplace - in the gym at London Bridge! He still worked there when I left, it's a bleeding tiny planet!!!
Bleeding half-arsed landlords and cowboy decorators doing the rest of the flat.
We are now missing 150 CDs - taken without consent.
I have also made our dumbass letting agent aware of his responsibilities under the Housing Act of 1985 and the House of Multiple Occupation sections, due to change.
Other than that I've:
Watched Dr Who on the influence of magic mushrooms. It didn't help, it was still crap - no wonder Mr Eccleson decided to quit, and Billy Piper - oh go back to shagging unfunny, ugly, bespectacled ginger TV presenters with a thing for prepubesant girls.
Ten years younger the TV cosmetic surgery program is called but all it too for me was a clean shave and haircut. I went to the rather run down barbers shop on Bermondsey Street - I needed plastic (card) surgery on exiting - £12 for a haircut!!! That's 3 times what I usually pay.
I almost needed a heart surgeon as well, I'd have fallen off the chair if the guy didn't (literal) have a cut-throat razor to my neck. Scary shit, not the blade but the fact that it was a proper 'old-skool' style, not the new ones that look like them but actually have disposable blades in them. All I could think was how many AIDS monkeys have you slit open with that, I really don't give a f**k how many times you dip it in Barbicide first!!!
I've also been getting far too drunk recently - nothing new there, and failing miserably to get to the gym.
I booked to go and see Laurent Garnier playing on the 16th at The.End
Not sure if I mentioned it before but I bumped into a guy I used to share an office with at my last workplace - in the gym at London Bridge! He still worked there when I left, it's a bleeding tiny planet!!!
posted by Northun Munki in Oxford Circus at 2:20 PM
1 Comments:
1. Someone should be compensating you for your missing CDs.
2. Laurent Garnier - the man with the red face, one of the best tunes ever. Never fails to bring a smile to my face when I'm on the dancefloor. I saw him playing in Belgium in 2000, he rocked the party. And The End apparently rocks though it's not really my scene any more. Have a great night!
3. Gym is overrated. Clean living is for suckers. Booze it up if you can! (I can't. Have recently chose gym over booze in an attempt to lost weight. boo hoo poor me.)
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