Dull weekend
I suppose I should really blog - even though there's not much for me to report. It was a reasonably uneventful weekend but I'll regale you with its mediocrity.
Andrew was working on Friday so I worked late. It had been one of those didn't get much done due to drinking too much the night before days but as always I got in flow in the afternoon and so worked until 19.30. I'd arranged to meet Andrew after he finished at 21.30 so I went to Churchill's for 3. I sat with Meg, a really nice 42 year old lesbo who I get on well with, and her 2 mates. Had my 3 pints and went to meet lover boy. Then we went for a MaccyD (free Big Macs!) and a pint at the 'Spoons at the end of my road. Played on the slot and quiz machines and went home at about 23.15.
Watched Corrie and fell asleep on the sofa as A played on the PS2 and when he finally died at 02.45 we watched a bit of SuperNanny which featured a 9 year old girl who was the naughtiest child I have ever seen. SuperNanny made a chart where the pictures of the kids dressed as princes and princesses progressed up a ladder towards a castle when they were good and when they got to the castle they got a treat. This girl, Laura, I think, thought it was cissy and tore up her picture. She was sent to the naughty room for 9 minutes and wouldn't apologise and threw over chairs, scratched and hit SuperNanny while SuperNanny let her and said This is just Laura being angry all the while Laura is screaming and shouting All my friends say you're a bitch! We found this brilliant and All my friends say you're a bitch has now passed into the Logue/Stephenson catchphrase hall of fame!
I hardly even remember Saturday. I woke at 11.00 watched TV, fell asleep watched a bit more TV, watched the first episode of 24 series 1 and then Andrew woke up. We went for a drink and shortly afterwards he had to go and meet his friend Nick, so he gave me some cash(!) and I went (came, I'm there now) to Churchill's. I texted Wes and he arrived in due course, he showed me his sexy body and asked what I thought of his pants: I said I liked them but would like them more if they were on my bedroom floor! We had one or two and then went to Thomson's where we bumped into Meg and had a dance. Wes disappeared to meet another friend Back in 2 minutes and then Meg disappeared Going to the powder room. So there I am on my own and so I finish my drink and then finish another one and as neither of them came back and as I was stalled, even though all the staff were wearing just their undies (phwoar), I went home, read and went to bed.
On Sunday, Andrew was pissed off that I wouldn't go to the shop for some Coke so he went to the amusements (as you do) and quickly lost £120. Then he shopped and bought a Playstation poker game and a new razor and some shaving gel and blades and then we went to EasyEverything internet café for him to go online gambling (spot an addiction here perhaps). He took £50 out of his account, then paid in £50 then took out £50 then took out another £50 then paid in £75 then paid in £25 then paid in £50 then paid in £68.55 making him straight (that's a laugh). Then we went drinking. Andrew only wanted one but I convinced him to have a second. Then we fell out and I made him cry so we had a third and from thereonin, the evening was doomed to a messy end! We started on the quiz machine and did quite well and while playing we befriended 2 nice guys, Mark and David. As the evening progressed it became more and more apparent that Mark fancied David and David fancied me. Andrew, partly through drunkenness and, I think, partly to make up for our fall out encouraged me to go for it with David, but the only thing I got out of him was his phone number. He was, unsurprisingly, freaked by my boyfriend wanting me to get off with him.
Not that late to bed but at about 04.00, I was woken with an atom bomb in my guts. The rest of the day can be split into 4 groups: 10 hours shitting, 5 hours playing poker, 2 hours watching soaps, 3 more hours of poker and then bed.
Back to work today, working my cock off making up for yesterday's absense. Came to the pub for some relaxation: its dead and shit. I'd be better off in bed!
Andrew was working on Friday so I worked late. It had been one of those didn't get much done due to drinking too much the night before days but as always I got in flow in the afternoon and so worked until 19.30. I'd arranged to meet Andrew after he finished at 21.30 so I went to Churchill's for 3. I sat with Meg, a really nice 42 year old lesbo who I get on well with, and her 2 mates. Had my 3 pints and went to meet lover boy. Then we went for a MaccyD (free Big Macs!) and a pint at the 'Spoons at the end of my road. Played on the slot and quiz machines and went home at about 23.15.
Watched Corrie and fell asleep on the sofa as A played on the PS2 and when he finally died at 02.45 we watched a bit of SuperNanny which featured a 9 year old girl who was the naughtiest child I have ever seen. SuperNanny made a chart where the pictures of the kids dressed as princes and princesses progressed up a ladder towards a castle when they were good and when they got to the castle they got a treat. This girl, Laura, I think, thought it was cissy and tore up her picture. She was sent to the naughty room for 9 minutes and wouldn't apologise and threw over chairs, scratched and hit SuperNanny while SuperNanny let her and said This is just Laura being angry all the while Laura is screaming and shouting All my friends say you're a bitch! We found this brilliant and All my friends say you're a bitch has now passed into the Logue/Stephenson catchphrase hall of fame!
I hardly even remember Saturday. I woke at 11.00 watched TV, fell asleep watched a bit more TV, watched the first episode of 24 series 1 and then Andrew woke up. We went for a drink and shortly afterwards he had to go and meet his friend Nick, so he gave me some cash(!) and I went (came, I'm there now) to Churchill's. I texted Wes and he arrived in due course, he showed me his sexy body and asked what I thought of his pants: I said I liked them but would like them more if they were on my bedroom floor! We had one or two and then went to Thomson's where we bumped into Meg and had a dance. Wes disappeared to meet another friend Back in 2 minutes and then Meg disappeared Going to the powder room. So there I am on my own and so I finish my drink and then finish another one and as neither of them came back and as I was stalled, even though all the staff were wearing just their undies (phwoar), I went home, read and went to bed.
On Sunday, Andrew was pissed off that I wouldn't go to the shop for some Coke so he went to the amusements (as you do) and quickly lost £120. Then he shopped and bought a Playstation poker game and a new razor and some shaving gel and blades and then we went to EasyEverything internet café for him to go online gambling (spot an addiction here perhaps). He took £50 out of his account, then paid in £50 then took out £50 then took out another £50 then paid in £75 then paid in £25 then paid in £50 then paid in £68.55 making him straight (that's a laugh). Then we went drinking. Andrew only wanted one but I convinced him to have a second. Then we fell out and I made him cry so we had a third and from thereonin, the evening was doomed to a messy end! We started on the quiz machine and did quite well and while playing we befriended 2 nice guys, Mark and David. As the evening progressed it became more and more apparent that Mark fancied David and David fancied me. Andrew, partly through drunkenness and, I think, partly to make up for our fall out encouraged me to go for it with David, but the only thing I got out of him was his phone number. He was, unsurprisingly, freaked by my boyfriend wanting me to get off with him.
Not that late to bed but at about 04.00, I was woken with an atom bomb in my guts. The rest of the day can be split into 4 groups: 10 hours shitting, 5 hours playing poker, 2 hours watching soaps, 3 more hours of poker and then bed.
Back to work today, working my cock off making up for yesterday's absense. Came to the pub for some relaxation: its dead and shit. I'd be better off in bed!
posted by Matt @ 10:01 AM
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