Nothing beats a mini adventure. Decided on the weekend there to fly down to Glasgow to meet Daniel Angus and Ruth, then we drove up to Skye to the end of term Ceilidh at SMO. Arrived later than expected due to weather conditions on the way up but as always it hadn't all quite started until we got there. Was great seeing everyone again not seen them in weeks. Sarah was there too but I ignore her. Had a few dances then we all got transferred over to the pool room for the antics to continue. We had the Penthouse at the top of the Tower block so party continued there after the pool room antics until I eventually KO'd on the couch in the middle of Pol and Nina argueing about who knows what. Our initial plans were to leave at 5am the next morning so that Daniel could get down to Glasgow around 9 in time for starting work at 10. Aye right. He called in sick and we stayed up and partied of course. Was great fun.
So we stayed later and didnt get back down to Glasgow until 6, meaning I just had a quick dinner, changed my shirt still suited up then went out again, this time to another party with Ewan, Natalie and Derek. Started in a club called Kushion where we bought Moet and hung out with Davyd and his friends who I havent seen in over 5 months. Left that party earlier than would have liked though to go to Haddows to buy supplies - miller and some pear cider.
We head to an 80's themed house party. The party gets raided by a group of neds though, one started getting a little mouthy with John who was hosting the party he asked them nicely to leave. Things were getting a little intense in the corridor and I could sense something was going to happen so tried to get a couple of other guys in to help get them out. One of the guys kept asking to shake John's hand and apologize. John lets him, but he grabs his hand then headbuts him The guy almost broke his nose. Was right in front of me. Disgusting. No idea how the wee scrawny piece of scum made it out of the flat alive.
John's brother 'Genga' is built like an army of tanks with bigger arms than the earths diameter. But there is a group of them and he doesnt know what they are carrying so, much to everyones surprise he does nothing. One of the guy that did it's mate comes back over to 'make the peace' while holding two bottles. The Police about then so he drops them and runs. We knew of a party the guy might have went to at 1 Byres Road - he invited us and we nearly went, just before he gave John a Glasgow Kiss -, they went and they caught him. Put him in the cells. They had to go via another disruption though as there were guys running around with Knives and Axes in another part of town - Welcome to Glasgow
They are passing some kind of lethal concoction around at the party that tastes like bleach. Then this girl Jo comes up and starts stabbing me in the eye with eye liner to make me 'more 80's looking' Party starts to die off so we head to another down the road. We invade the kitchen but it all a bit pish everyone was really drunk so I finished my long discussion with a guy that dressed and looked like Vincent in Pulp Fiction but wouldnt shut up about Reservoir Dogs and went home.
Woke up next morning and there's Jo. Hello. Sure I remember everything but theres always that morning after element of what the fuck that takes a couple of minutes to refresh your memory. Spent all Sunday morning feeling hungover, but had a shower and I was bouncing down the street. This feeling didnt last long though. Met my friend Simon initially for lunch but I took so long that we just grabbed a bite to eat in Subway then rushed to the Cinema in Byres Road to see 28 Weeks Later. It was really good, but jesus so gruesome at points even I had to turn away! We then went to the Beer Garden in Brel on Ashton Lane and drank Kronenburg Blanc, which is like £4 a pint - dumb as fuck
Had initial plans to meet Jo again at night and see a movie but it got too late so that didnt happen. For first time home in 6 weeks I thought id take it easy that night and that I should say more than 3 words to my parents before I fly home. Didnt get from nightmares of 28 weeks later. Scary as fuck. Just a little too gruesome. Eye gauging and stuff. This wasn't much fun as I had to be up at 5am, to get to airport for 6 for my 7am flight pretty much straight to work. Interesting waking up in Glasgow to start work in Stornoway. I was so tired in work that I was heavy breathing I was so exhausted and at times couldnt even stand up at points I was so tired. Had all these plans when I went back to the flat but aye right, was barely able to unpack properly before I KO'd for about half a day.
Lessons Learned - Don't shake hands with chav's
Dont let someone attack you with eyeliner you just look like a fag even if you yourself are turned on by how sexy your eyes look
Don't do rounds with Kronenberg Blanc
Don't watch a Zombie movie before a 7am flight to work.
Roll on next weekend
R
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