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T' weekend
Aug. 31st, 2003 11:24 pmSteph's 25th birthday. Had very busy day on Saturday, way too many people asking me about cmeras, camera repairs and camcorders. Sold 2 cameras - one on the basis of knowing bugger all and smiling a lot, and one on the basis of someone wanting an SLR that wasn't too complex, reliable, etc. See me going 'well, I don't know about the others, but the Canon EOS I have dropped, bashed about, and hung upside down from the underside of piers with.' One camera sold. :g:
Went to station at 5:30, bought ticket to Clapham Junction, got there, watched end of Pop Idol and some of Fame Academy with Steph, Nat and Alex (who's very scared of the way I can keep talking without breath or reason, having never met me before - Nat tells her everyone's scared at first, but you get used to it, and Steph doesn't even notice, considering we've been mates since we were 5.) Went out to local Mexican bar, where we got exceedingly drunk - them on champagne and me on gorgeous and fabulous cocktails, and bought tequilas for Christian the barman whose birthday it was. Met Tony, who shared the same birthday as Steph - the next day, and we had a bit of a lock-in while they cleared up the bar and then the whole bar went on to Tony's, two doors down. Very dull people, the ones we talked to. Stumbled home at 2:30, were woken up at 9 by Steph with hangovers from hell so she could open her pressies. Went back to bed till 11. They decided to have fry-up. I had a bit of a glass of water then rushed to the loo to throw up. Having nothing in my stomach at that point, may I just say that green bile is, though not attractive, a lot less disgusting than vomit. As it doesn't smell and just looks like you've poured lime Toilet Duck into the loo. Spent from then on dozing and alternately drinking water, then throwing up until 3, when feeling slightly better, decided to go have shower. (Nat and Steph also spent much of the day in bed) Steadily got better, adopted the siamese from next door, Steph's boyf Vito turned up, and at 5 or so, Steph's parents turned up, we talked a lot, next door neighbours came to claim the cat back (turned out said cat that we called Oscar was called Pikey. Bad name for Siamese.) and at 7 ordered pizza. Much pizza. And stuffed ourselves.
[ETA : Read everyone's entries about the Madonna/Christina/Britney kiss, which I now remember I discussed with a bloke called Richard at the Mexican bar. He asked what I reckoned about it. Rather than go sensationalist like most people not clued into the slash and pop thing and all the papers, pointed out that it was a calculated stunt to get Britney on the front page and into the news - see recent magazine covers, reinvention of image, and the fact that she's always been column-inches focussed, plus it gets Christina, Madonna and the VMAs mentioned. Richard proceeded to whimper slightly in the face of this no-nonsense dissection and non-titillation or gossip-oriented view of it. But then he'd already been sitting at a table just absorbing, slightly scared, the frank discussion of weird experiences with men that is Alex and Nat)
Went to station at 5:30, bought ticket to Clapham Junction, got there, watched end of Pop Idol and some of Fame Academy with Steph, Nat and Alex (who's very scared of the way I can keep talking without breath or reason, having never met me before - Nat tells her everyone's scared at first, but you get used to it, and Steph doesn't even notice, considering we've been mates since we were 5.) Went out to local Mexican bar, where we got exceedingly drunk - them on champagne and me on gorgeous and fabulous cocktails, and bought tequilas for Christian the barman whose birthday it was. Met Tony, who shared the same birthday as Steph - the next day, and we had a bit of a lock-in while they cleared up the bar and then the whole bar went on to Tony's, two doors down. Very dull people, the ones we talked to. Stumbled home at 2:30, were woken up at 9 by Steph with hangovers from hell so she could open her pressies. Went back to bed till 11. They decided to have fry-up. I had a bit of a glass of water then rushed to the loo to throw up. Having nothing in my stomach at that point, may I just say that green bile is, though not attractive, a lot less disgusting than vomit. As it doesn't smell and just looks like you've poured lime Toilet Duck into the loo. Spent from then on dozing and alternately drinking water, then throwing up until 3, when feeling slightly better, decided to go have shower. (Nat and Steph also spent much of the day in bed) Steadily got better, adopted the siamese from next door, Steph's boyf Vito turned up, and at 5 or so, Steph's parents turned up, we talked a lot, next door neighbours came to claim the cat back (turned out said cat that we called Oscar was called Pikey. Bad name for Siamese.) and at 7 ordered pizza. Much pizza. And stuffed ourselves.
[ETA : Read everyone's entries about the Madonna/Christina/Britney kiss, which I now remember I discussed with a bloke called Richard at the Mexican bar. He asked what I reckoned about it. Rather than go sensationalist like most people not clued into the slash and pop thing and all the papers, pointed out that it was a calculated stunt to get Britney on the front page and into the news - see recent magazine covers, reinvention of image, and the fact that she's always been column-inches focussed, plus it gets Christina, Madonna and the VMAs mentioned. Richard proceeded to whimper slightly in the face of this no-nonsense dissection and non-titillation or gossip-oriented view of it. But then he'd already been sitting at a table just absorbing, slightly scared, the frank discussion of weird experiences with men that is Alex and Nat)
