Concerts,carboots and curries
Friday doesn't even warrant a mention.........but i'll blog it so the people involved don't get the face on.
Only Tina, Beth, Spug and i present.........v.thin on the ground.
Spoons, sat outside had 2 drinks, Turnstiles had 2 drinks, fozzy d.j. gave me a free cocktail coz he loves me, Spug necked it...boo!
Went to Whickham, it was dire, people clogging up the bar area, making it impossible for the bar staff to see us so we left without getting a drink, Old house, had 2 in there,chatted to dancing downsyndrome Angela a while, Station, had 1, some scary fat bird was trying to make me dance with her, saying "us blondes should stick together, life is for living, I'm only 37 and i had a stroke last month". (felt sorry she was part paralysed, but she was fucking scaring me!!!) ran up to the regal, had a beer then we went and sat near the dancefloor it was rubbish in there, Steven turned up sporting a full beard, he was mullered........men being a bit thin on the ground, thought there might be a bit of cat fighting between 2 certain ladies.
Decided to take myself out of the equation, my last words to Steven "don't forget Dad's pasting table on Sunday morning"..........
Lamb Korma for 1, Bedfordshire 1am!
Saturday was v.good, up before lunch and let the cats play out a while, got ready and set off to the little village of Borrowash in Derby, called at McDonalds for junk food to rid myself of nasty hangover, arrived at Sam's at 3.03pm, good timing!!
Sam's work friend Sarah (quote "men are only good for humping") and her 3 children were there, we all got a wriggle on and made it to Darley park in convoy for 3.30pm, top day.....it was the world music festival, we laid our blanket on the ground and plonked for the next 6 hours, we took no supplies, so most of our time was spent relaying up and down to the burger van, the ice-cream man, the jacket potato stand and the donut vender............how healthy were we that day?
The music was varied, ranging from Moroccan to rap to African to gospel type bongo drum players.
Well the crowd was even more freaky 3000 people present, Sam knew 2000 of them (i tend not to make new friends if i can help it, Sam likes to befriend a new random at least once a week!). Getting back to the crowd, doped up hippies, old ladies, hairy backed silver foxes, Joe public, children, the handicapped, all creeds and colours, put on a free concert and they all come a crawling out of the woodwork.
So we're playing how many people can you get on a picnic blanket, at it's best there was Sarah, Sam, moi, Molly, Freya (can't believe how much they've grown, note to self, spend more time with god daughter and less time talking to my cats like they are human and sleeping my life a way). Sarah's 3 children, Cassy, Cassy's sister and her 2 kids and the infamous Kevin and some blond bit he'd found wandering around the woods.
9.30pm arrived and the crescendo was the most spectacular fireworks display i have ever seen in my life, at that moment i was so glad I'd gone down and not spent the evening in CRUFC clubhouse. You're never too old for fireworks!!!
We all mosied back to the cars, which we'd conveniently parked next to the stage as Sam has "power".........clambered into the multipla (kids pissed with power as we drove through the crowds)got back to Sam's at 10pm.
Had a quick hot chocolate and a cookie, nearly choked with laughing at Freya as she seriously warned me about the "psycho" family cat..............quote "it's brother, is it's father"....completely dead pan!!!!
Laughed all the way up the M1, arrived back home at 11.15pm, loaded the car for morning, locked cats in kitchen, unfortunately Meg can open doors, so she let them all out into the garden, managed to get them all indoors before the end of Backdraft and up to bed at 1.00am.
Inbetween texting a very drunk and obviously horny Mr.Porrait back..........oh i get it, i'm not about one Saturday and he gets all stalker like.
Sodding Sunday, up at 5am...........I'm really not fucking laughing, at all!!!
Let out a strangled wail, I'm so not a morning person, drove to Marlo's to pick Steven up to do a carboot sale, who bright idea was this???
Yes i know you're going to Australia, travelling and it really is money for old rope but honestly there has to be an easier way to make cash!!
Got halfway there, realised we'd forgotton the fucking pasting table..........oh nuts!!!
Stuff it, set up our wares at 5.30am, pikey bockers shining torches in the back of your car to see what you have............in their best indian accent "any mobile phone?"...........fuckoff Gypo's........
SO we made the cash, laughed at the common people, i mean who get's up at silly o'clock to go buy other peoples used goods with crumpled up fivers, scums of the earth.
I must admit my particular faves at the carboot, were the people dealing drugs from the burgandy van parked opposite, the fat lady in the green anorack who had "a limited budget", she was twoing and froing from her car with 100's of carrier bags.........LIAR!
More Asylum seekers than you could shake a stick at, you get the message? a certain class of people!
Packed away at 10am as Steven was teeing off at 11.00am, got to Marlene's had a coffee, then drove Little Bro to golf club, waved at Adam who was on the 1st Tee (note to self, do not snog the face off younger brothers golfing buddies as you will embarressed to fuck, when you see them sober) home, unpacked car, put parcel shelf back in, let cats out, did 2 loads of washing had primula cheese spread on toast, stripped bed and fell into clean bedding and slept solidly for 3 hours.
Up and about at 4.30pm, visited parents, who weren't arm wrestling for a change.
Noone about for Sunday shandies, rang Ruthrack, who said she'd come up at 7.30pm and sit out! hooray!
Rang Matty brown hair, for 1hr for a catch up and a bitch.
Had some more toast, then called at the top shop for wine, Mark, Ruth, Rach, Dean and baby Megan came up, we sat out in the garden for 5 hours, talking bollocks, sipping wine and beer, eating nibbles until the nice man from eastern spice delivered our curry.
Ace night, we just laughed and because i don't see them very often we'd loads to talk about, Megan is so huge now, before we knew it, Baby sister and i had polished off 3 litres of wine, them 3 had hardly made a dent in the beer...oh well!! and it was half past midnight, we'd obviously got a little rowdy as the next door neighbours slammed their bedroom window shut!!
"Go fuck yourself, we're having a party".
Not really, we quickly packed up, all looking very sheepish and everyone went off in different directions to their beds.
This morning i am bright as a button, no hangover from the wine as it is like water to me and smiling like a smug bastard as i have the upper hand over Andy texting raunchy messages in the early hours of yesterday, hooray for me!!!!
Well apart from when i see him next week, he'll be "wi lads, you know how it is" and i'll be chasing him round the regal, blubbering, with mascara running down my cheeks and my knickers round my ankles..............NOT a look!!!
Only Tina, Beth, Spug and i present.........v.thin on the ground.
Spoons, sat outside had 2 drinks, Turnstiles had 2 drinks, fozzy d.j. gave me a free cocktail coz he loves me, Spug necked it...boo!
Went to Whickham, it was dire, people clogging up the bar area, making it impossible for the bar staff to see us so we left without getting a drink, Old house, had 2 in there,chatted to dancing downsyndrome Angela a while, Station, had 1, some scary fat bird was trying to make me dance with her, saying "us blondes should stick together, life is for living, I'm only 37 and i had a stroke last month". (felt sorry she was part paralysed, but she was fucking scaring me!!!) ran up to the regal, had a beer then we went and sat near the dancefloor it was rubbish in there, Steven turned up sporting a full beard, he was mullered........men being a bit thin on the ground, thought there might be a bit of cat fighting between 2 certain ladies.
Decided to take myself out of the equation, my last words to Steven "don't forget Dad's pasting table on Sunday morning"..........
Lamb Korma for 1, Bedfordshire 1am!
Saturday was v.good, up before lunch and let the cats play out a while, got ready and set off to the little village of Borrowash in Derby, called at McDonalds for junk food to rid myself of nasty hangover, arrived at Sam's at 3.03pm, good timing!!
Sam's work friend Sarah (quote "men are only good for humping") and her 3 children were there, we all got a wriggle on and made it to Darley park in convoy for 3.30pm, top day.....it was the world music festival, we laid our blanket on the ground and plonked for the next 6 hours, we took no supplies, so most of our time was spent relaying up and down to the burger van, the ice-cream man, the jacket potato stand and the donut vender............how healthy were we that day?
The music was varied, ranging from Moroccan to rap to African to gospel type bongo drum players.
Well the crowd was even more freaky 3000 people present, Sam knew 2000 of them (i tend not to make new friends if i can help it, Sam likes to befriend a new random at least once a week!). Getting back to the crowd, doped up hippies, old ladies, hairy backed silver foxes, Joe public, children, the handicapped, all creeds and colours, put on a free concert and they all come a crawling out of the woodwork.
So we're playing how many people can you get on a picnic blanket, at it's best there was Sarah, Sam, moi, Molly, Freya (can't believe how much they've grown, note to self, spend more time with god daughter and less time talking to my cats like they are human and sleeping my life a way). Sarah's 3 children, Cassy, Cassy's sister and her 2 kids and the infamous Kevin and some blond bit he'd found wandering around the woods.
9.30pm arrived and the crescendo was the most spectacular fireworks display i have ever seen in my life, at that moment i was so glad I'd gone down and not spent the evening in CRUFC clubhouse. You're never too old for fireworks!!!
We all mosied back to the cars, which we'd conveniently parked next to the stage as Sam has "power".........clambered into the multipla (kids pissed with power as we drove through the crowds)got back to Sam's at 10pm.
Had a quick hot chocolate and a cookie, nearly choked with laughing at Freya as she seriously warned me about the "psycho" family cat..............quote "it's brother, is it's father"....completely dead pan!!!!
Laughed all the way up the M1, arrived back home at 11.15pm, loaded the car for morning, locked cats in kitchen, unfortunately Meg can open doors, so she let them all out into the garden, managed to get them all indoors before the end of Backdraft and up to bed at 1.00am.
Inbetween texting a very drunk and obviously horny Mr.Porrait back..........oh i get it, i'm not about one Saturday and he gets all stalker like.
Sodding Sunday, up at 5am...........I'm really not fucking laughing, at all!!!
Let out a strangled wail, I'm so not a morning person, drove to Marlo's to pick Steven up to do a carboot sale, who bright idea was this???
Yes i know you're going to Australia, travelling and it really is money for old rope but honestly there has to be an easier way to make cash!!
Got halfway there, realised we'd forgotton the fucking pasting table..........oh nuts!!!
Stuff it, set up our wares at 5.30am, pikey bockers shining torches in the back of your car to see what you have............in their best indian accent "any mobile phone?"...........fuckoff Gypo's........
SO we made the cash, laughed at the common people, i mean who get's up at silly o'clock to go buy other peoples used goods with crumpled up fivers, scums of the earth.
I must admit my particular faves at the carboot, were the people dealing drugs from the burgandy van parked opposite, the fat lady in the green anorack who had "a limited budget", she was twoing and froing from her car with 100's of carrier bags.........LIAR!
More Asylum seekers than you could shake a stick at, you get the message? a certain class of people!
Packed away at 10am as Steven was teeing off at 11.00am, got to Marlene's had a coffee, then drove Little Bro to golf club, waved at Adam who was on the 1st Tee (note to self, do not snog the face off younger brothers golfing buddies as you will embarressed to fuck, when you see them sober) home, unpacked car, put parcel shelf back in, let cats out, did 2 loads of washing had primula cheese spread on toast, stripped bed and fell into clean bedding and slept solidly for 3 hours.
Up and about at 4.30pm, visited parents, who weren't arm wrestling for a change.
Noone about for Sunday shandies, rang Ruthrack, who said she'd come up at 7.30pm and sit out! hooray!
Rang Matty brown hair, for 1hr for a catch up and a bitch.
Had some more toast, then called at the top shop for wine, Mark, Ruth, Rach, Dean and baby Megan came up, we sat out in the garden for 5 hours, talking bollocks, sipping wine and beer, eating nibbles until the nice man from eastern spice delivered our curry.
Ace night, we just laughed and because i don't see them very often we'd loads to talk about, Megan is so huge now, before we knew it, Baby sister and i had polished off 3 litres of wine, them 3 had hardly made a dent in the beer...oh well!! and it was half past midnight, we'd obviously got a little rowdy as the next door neighbours slammed their bedroom window shut!!
"Go fuck yourself, we're having a party".
Not really, we quickly packed up, all looking very sheepish and everyone went off in different directions to their beds.
This morning i am bright as a button, no hangover from the wine as it is like water to me and smiling like a smug bastard as i have the upper hand over Andy texting raunchy messages in the early hours of yesterday, hooray for me!!!!
Well apart from when i see him next week, he'll be "wi lads, you know how it is" and i'll be chasing him round the regal, blubbering, with mascara running down my cheeks and my knickers round my ankles..............NOT a look!!!
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