shock and awe

So much pain and glory this weekend.

Thursday night: 3 for £4 Becks longnecks deals do not promote responsible drinking.

Friday night: Salmonella Dub are good - for kiwis (sorry Herr Flatt). Bottle of one of the finest Reds I’ve ever had at the local Morroccan joint at 2am. No further memory of events. Woke up to a beard having been drawn on my face. Revenge imminent.

Saturday morning: Awake at 11. Bad idea. Feeling faint, need to get off the tube before my stop and go into a local cafe for some liquids and solids. Vege lasagne, Noodle salad, Roast vegetables, Spicy dahl, Fresh juice, Orange cake. Have to try them all. Still feeling out of sorts. Trundle down the the bus stop and to the pub in Clapham Junction to meet up with Carl, Verity, Cath and Lisa. Sufficiently recovered to have a beer. I never said I was smart.

Saturday afternoon: Carn the cats. Arrive at the Oval for the Geelong v Port Adelaide game. Buy a scarf for £12 (I’m sure they’re about $12 in Australia). Tempted to buy another beer - resist. Great game: 4 streakers, several Mexican waves, plenty of player brawls and some football thrown in there somewhere too (even some hungry jacks juniors at half time - always a laugh - although kids getting fit sponsored by a fast food company is an interesting concept).

Saturday evening: Obligatory journey over to the Temple Walkabout to celebrate being an Australian wanker or something. Feeling very claustrophobic, having to stand up pressed against the next group of drinkers, sweating palms, need to get out of here. Couple of Magners later, the party is convinced and we head off to an underground bar in Covent garden. Then onto Sway bar and finally we realise we’ve peaked to early and head off home at 11pm.

Saturday night and a bit of Sunday morning: Manic scenes at the hostel. These people are hardcore. I’m not getting involved. Bed.

Later Sunday Morning, 6am to be exact: Awake and unable to get back to sleep. Shit. Roommate snoring worse than Dad. Stare at the roof for 2 hours. Shower. Call the family and act as if nothing has happened. Suckers.

Sunday afternoon: Spitalfields market. Square pie (mushroom and asparagus), mushy peas, mash, gravy and tomato sauce. Stomach ache from eating too quickly. Buy a finger puppet (Senorita Plain Jane), wool knit ipod cover and some carrot cake. Off to Brick Lane markets. These are the best markets I’ve seen in London, can’t believe I’ve never been here. Budvar at Bar 1001. In need of a couch. Back to some friends house. They have a couch, I dive on it to reserve a place. Watch an old Aussie movie called Two hands (ah the memories), vege curry and a couple of bottles of red. Snooze.

Monday morning: I hate work. Write post. Need to do some work. Paris in 17 days, yes i’m counting down.