Tuesday, April 10, 2001

Oh minkered is me.

Friday was fine - a few quiet beers with ex BA colleagues in Windsor. Curry (very nice) and the train back into town slightly worse for wear. As predicted, resistance to the Royal Vauxhall Tavern proved useless. I tipped up there at about 11.15pm as there was a special night on as it was Jason's (who runs the place) birthday. A few of the gang were there - Steve's Big and Little, Paul, Gary, Darryl and Rieg, David's Quiz and Scally. Of course we couldn't leave well alone, and after a couple of hours or so suddenly seemed to find ourselves - as if by magic - at Substation South. It was quite a lot of fun, and the minkered continued. I was in a strange mood though, and so by the time I decided to leave I'd sunk into a very low mood. Not sure why. A bit of uncertainty about everything I suppose, and all the flat buying/emigration stuff can seem daunting from time to time. I walked home, and in that 40 minutes or so sunk deeper into a mass of self-pity. Came home to a message from Tony that kind of threw me a bit, and I stupidly ended up taking some of my mood on him, which was unfair. Apologies matey - it was out of line. Bed.

Saturday morning, and no real mood improvement. Slept late and did bugger all before going to meet David P for coffee and shopping. David let me witter on for about an hour over the coffee before we actually ventured shopwards, and he did make me feel an awful lot better. Thanks matey. It's funny how certain people end up being incredibly important to you after only knowing them for a short space of time - and you, Uncle Chopmeister, are one of them. I bought a great new jacket, David only splashed out on a new watch and a t-shirt. Ended up for a quick beer at the Edge where, oddly enough, we passed a good 45 minutes talking about anal intercourse. As you do. Evening was much quieter. Up to Stevie P's for some grub and wine. Nice, relaxed and perfect. Watched Top 10 Electropop Pioneers on C4 which was fantastic for the musical memories alone. Then caught a documentary about an English woman trying to break into porn films in the USA. Scarily watchable and poignant. Bed at midnight. Yes, on a Saturday night. Not been out. Oh no. Marvellous.

Sunday up at about 9am. Hadn't slept particularly well mind. Steve dropped me off at the station and home I came. Pottered. Showered and shaved and into town for a bit of a look round and a sandwich. Big Steve called to say a few people were in Comptons. I joined them, bumping into Steve and Craig on the way. A few beers and then Vauxhall time. Absolutely rammed last night. Not sure if the sunshine had maybe made people think it would be good to go to stand outside, yet upon arrival the weather had turned cold and rainy again so more people than you'd think humanly possible were all packed sardine-like into the pub. Still, a great night as ever. The gang were pretty much all there and much minkering was had by all. Minker la-la. And talking of la, me and Chatty Paul may have gone on to LA3. I may have gone to chill at the Orange. But you'll never know for sure...

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