My belated weekend
I've not blogged using my PDA for absolutely ages but having not managed to get blogging over the past three days, I'm going to have to do it in my own time.
I had a very exciting weekend and as usual it began on Friday. The newly formed University of Salford Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender Group was having a Friday evening get together in Via Fossa on Canal Street. Sadly only 5 of us turned up but it was a nice evening nevertheless, even though the conversation was at times stilted and awkward well until we’d had a few drinks and began talking about frequency of having sex and whether it was acceptable to have sex only once a year after seven years, I think not!
At about 21.00 Andrew turned up after his last ever shift at Grosvenor Casino before his move back to Bradford and so shortly afterwards we waved goodbye to the Salford Lesbos and Gaybos and went off to meet some of Andrew's work-mates.
We went to the Overdraft Bar, paying £5 each to get in even though we only stayed for one drink and then headed off towards Poptastics with Andrew's work-friends, Carrie and Christian. We had a nice time there and the drinks were cheap but it was dead, I danced round like a mad person as I'd been drinking for so long but as it filled up I became more interested in eyeing up a cute gay lad who'd arrived with 2 mates and making sure nobody stole my bag – and there was a freak with his eye on it – the scamp. At 12.00 midnight Andrew and I said our goodbyes and trotted off to Churchills for a pint. I gave Andrew a going away pep talk which he viewed as a telling off but it wasn't but having said that I was advising him not to die of AIDS and not to gamble his life away which may have appeared accusatory perhaps I bought him a goodbye rose for old times’ sake and then we went clubbing to Cruz 101. It was OK but nothing special and Andrew never wants to dance which is a bummer so I only stayed till 2am, gave Andrew a goodbye hug and then went home with a nice chicken kebab.
At 8am Andrew turned up wanting to borrow a suitcase but was unimpressed with my old man's suitcase: it didn't even have wheels! In the end he borrowed a sort of holdall/suitcase combo. We left together and I bought him a goodbye McDonald's for old times’ sake (again) and left him to meet Michelle and Chris.
I met up at 9am on the dot with Michelle and Chris and Michelle's dad, Rod, at Moss Bros to try on suits for their wedding. Michelle's brother, Kevin and Chris's brother in law and best man, Steve and his son, Chris’s nephew, Stephen hadn't turned up so those of us there got suited up. Chris and Rod had a 3 piece morning suit with a pale blue weskit and I had the same but as toastmaster had a red weskit. Chris looked the part immediately and could have gone off and got married there and then, Rod was sweating like a pig and looked a bugger as he was given clothes too small to fit and I was the same but got a bigger shirt, then had my weskit made bigger, I was given bigger trousers and a bigger coat and then an even bigger coat and finally with 48" trousers and a 56" coat I looked the part. Phew!
We met up with Steve and Stephen and at my suggestion went to BhS for breakfast: 3 sausages, 2 rashers of bacon, a piece of black pudding, a hash brown, fried bread, beans and mushrooms and 2 slices of toast for £2.79. I was the hero - nobody could believe how cheap it was (although they fook you over on the drinks ... £1.20 for a tea bag and hot water!) Afterwards, Michelle and her dad went on their merry way (Michelle home with baby Harrison and Rod off to Morecambe to watch some footy) and the rest of us went back to Moss Bros to suit up Steve and Stephen (who spent most of his time with no top on, but he's 20 and 6'7" so that was no hardship) and then we went drinking!
In fact drinking was the primary aim of the day and we made the most of it. We had Stella, except Steve, who being 51, wisely moved to Foster's after 4 pints. We talked about allsorts including whether vaginas or anuses are better to fuck, the perceived problems with muslims, whether gayness was genetic, the best way to have anal sex, stag nights (oh and I got invited ... as well as to the hen night) and loads of other crap. We had 5 in the first pub, 4 in the next and 3 in the last. Chris had to be put in a taxi after 11 but the rest of us stayed and when Steve and Stephen went off to Prestwich,
I headed off. I wanted to go to Canal Street, but it was 8pm and I'd had 12 pints and so would have ended up so pissed by the time I saw anyone I knew than instead I went to Sainsbury's and then Tesco's. I stayed awake long enough to cook and eat and then was sparko - at about 9pm - and went to bed shortly after.
Sunday was a lazy day and for 8 hours, I lolled in front of the telly. Anyway at 7pm I got bathed, shaved and dressed and then left for karaoke at Churchill's. Nicole arrived after a few minutes and we had a great night. I sang Suspicious Minds, I do I do I do I do I do, The Wonder of You, The Lion Sleeps Tonight and Delilah.
Bumped into Wes and we had a nice chat. I’d not seen him for almost three months – he’d been avoiding me because he owed me £50 but he’d also been on remand for over a month. Anyway it was lovely to see him and he was looking very nice. He wanted to borrow £20 from me to con some cash out of someone but afterwards he bogged off and I didn’t see him again all night despite asking if he could stay at mine so he either pulled someone else or he was actually conning me – the devil – I’m going to have to kill him when I next see him, the cunt. In the end I went home at 1.40 and ended up watching the last ever episode of The West Wing, went to bed at almost 3am, with a slight tear in my eye wishing that Martin Sheen was the president rather than the fuckwit that’s got the jpb at the minute.
I had a very exciting weekend and as usual it began on Friday. The newly formed University of Salford Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender Group was having a Friday evening get together in Via Fossa on Canal Street. Sadly only 5 of us turned up but it was a nice evening nevertheless, even though the conversation was at times stilted and awkward well until we’d had a few drinks and began talking about frequency of having sex and whether it was acceptable to have sex only once a year after seven years, I think not!
At about 21.00 Andrew turned up after his last ever shift at Grosvenor Casino before his move back to Bradford and so shortly afterwards we waved goodbye to the Salford Lesbos and Gaybos and went off to meet some of Andrew's work-mates.
We went to the Overdraft Bar, paying £5 each to get in even though we only stayed for one drink and then headed off towards Poptastics with Andrew's work-friends, Carrie and Christian. We had a nice time there and the drinks were cheap but it was dead, I danced round like a mad person as I'd been drinking for so long but as it filled up I became more interested in eyeing up a cute gay lad who'd arrived with 2 mates and making sure nobody stole my bag – and there was a freak with his eye on it – the scamp. At 12.00 midnight Andrew and I said our goodbyes and trotted off to Churchills for a pint. I gave Andrew a going away pep talk which he viewed as a telling off but it wasn't but having said that I was advising him not to die of AIDS and not to gamble his life away which may have appeared accusatory perhaps I bought him a goodbye rose for old times’ sake and then we went clubbing to Cruz 101. It was OK but nothing special and Andrew never wants to dance which is a bummer so I only stayed till 2am, gave Andrew a goodbye hug and then went home with a nice chicken kebab.
At 8am Andrew turned up wanting to borrow a suitcase but was unimpressed with my old man's suitcase: it didn't even have wheels! In the end he borrowed a sort of holdall/suitcase combo. We left together and I bought him a goodbye McDonald's for old times’ sake (again) and left him to meet Michelle and Chris.
I met up at 9am on the dot with Michelle and Chris and Michelle's dad, Rod, at Moss Bros to try on suits for their wedding. Michelle's brother, Kevin and Chris's brother in law and best man, Steve and his son, Chris’s nephew, Stephen hadn't turned up so those of us there got suited up. Chris and Rod had a 3 piece morning suit with a pale blue weskit and I had the same but as toastmaster had a red weskit. Chris looked the part immediately and could have gone off and got married there and then, Rod was sweating like a pig and looked a bugger as he was given clothes too small to fit and I was the same but got a bigger shirt, then had my weskit made bigger, I was given bigger trousers and a bigger coat and then an even bigger coat and finally with 48" trousers and a 56" coat I looked the part. Phew!
We met up with Steve and Stephen and at my suggestion went to BhS for breakfast: 3 sausages, 2 rashers of bacon, a piece of black pudding, a hash brown, fried bread, beans and mushrooms and 2 slices of toast for £2.79. I was the hero - nobody could believe how cheap it was (although they fook you over on the drinks ... £1.20 for a tea bag and hot water!) Afterwards, Michelle and her dad went on their merry way (Michelle home with baby Harrison and Rod off to Morecambe to watch some footy) and the rest of us went back to Moss Bros to suit up Steve and Stephen (who spent most of his time with no top on, but he's 20 and 6'7" so that was no hardship) and then we went drinking!
In fact drinking was the primary aim of the day and we made the most of it. We had Stella, except Steve, who being 51, wisely moved to Foster's after 4 pints. We talked about allsorts including whether vaginas or anuses are better to fuck, the perceived problems with muslims, whether gayness was genetic, the best way to have anal sex, stag nights (oh and I got invited ... as well as to the hen night) and loads of other crap. We had 5 in the first pub, 4 in the next and 3 in the last. Chris had to be put in a taxi after 11 but the rest of us stayed and when Steve and Stephen went off to Prestwich,
I headed off. I wanted to go to Canal Street, but it was 8pm and I'd had 12 pints and so would have ended up so pissed by the time I saw anyone I knew than instead I went to Sainsbury's and then Tesco's. I stayed awake long enough to cook and eat and then was sparko - at about 9pm - and went to bed shortly after.
Sunday was a lazy day and for 8 hours, I lolled in front of the telly. Anyway at 7pm I got bathed, shaved and dressed and then left for karaoke at Churchill's. Nicole arrived after a few minutes and we had a great night. I sang Suspicious Minds, I do I do I do I do I do, The Wonder of You, The Lion Sleeps Tonight and Delilah.
Bumped into Wes and we had a nice chat. I’d not seen him for almost three months – he’d been avoiding me because he owed me £50 but he’d also been on remand for over a month. Anyway it was lovely to see him and he was looking very nice. He wanted to borrow £20 from me to con some cash out of someone but afterwards he bogged off and I didn’t see him again all night despite asking if he could stay at mine so he either pulled someone else or he was actually conning me – the devil – I’m going to have to kill him when I next see him, the cunt. In the end I went home at 1.40 and ended up watching the last ever episode of The West Wing, went to bed at almost 3am, with a slight tear in my eye wishing that Martin Sheen was the president rather than the fuckwit that’s got the jpb at the minute.
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