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
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Sometimes I'm amazed at the shit the spills out of my mouth
Hey there!
I started writing blogs on my bebo page. I thought id expand onto here also while the going is good!
Enjoy
R
Well, what a pish weekend that was eh. Beach party in Tolsta was different. Haven't been camping in like 10 years hence my inability to do anything scout-like. I drank a lot though you can give me that. 2.5 bottles of Pinot later I do what im good at, disappear without saying anything and wake up having missed most of the nights activities. I woke up on my own though. Quite a feat considering.....anyway yeh so, May weekend im thinking yeh its Summer, wow, sun, relax..........lift back to my gran's its party time. 5 minutes later hangover kicks in and my gran, at her best, is telling me the local news, whom she speaks about I know nothing. Maybe I met them when I was like 3 but who remembers that shit?
Anyway yeh, interesting none the less, hangover kicks in so I just become a complete dick and moan and do practically nothing apart from watch snooker as it's now pishing it down with rain, it's windy and cold and my head jurts like FUCK. Pol texts me some arguementative stuff to do with SNP winning the election. Rage Rage Rage then 4 texts later im pissed off. If I don't want to vote I dont vote alright, deal with it. Im no SNP fan but no other party appealed to me either. So I don't vote.
Right so, back to my story. yeh so, relaxing weekend, did next to nothing given weather conditions. Watched snooker Semi's/Final. I love snooker and it's never been so good to watch, in my opinion it gets better every year. Cliche? Shut up im right ok. Plus my Great Uncle came down and although almost deaf in one hear and probably not hearing a word I said back it was cool cause he spoke about the War's (1st and 2nd) and Mac an t-Sronaich (google it if you have no idea who this is I can't be bothered explaining anymore). Anyway, so that was cool. I don't think ive spoke to my Great Uncle Norman properly like, ever. Plus he gave me some expensive whisky so can't say no to a wee drammeh.
Monday seems to be the longest day EVER. It rains, sun comes out. Im retarded so I go out as the sun is shining, by the time I reach the bloody gate it rains like ive just jumped in the shower. So heres me wet as fuck, pissed off (again) then that told you so look from my gran which made me laugh because I look like such a tit.
Just before I go I doorstep my gran's neighbour because he'd be pissed if I was over and didnt say hello. End up being dragged in, almost missing my bus but he puts across interesting political views, or is it personal. Scotland can be Independent he says, as down there in England, it's just full of foreigners. Hungarians, straight out of the jail. One time he was in Derby, this might be what 20 years ago? So yes, he's right. Lets do it SNP. Independence Day bring it on, say no to Hungarian inmates that escape out of jail and take our homes.
I get the night bus back. The bus driver to Barbhas is the postie that delivered to my grans like 15 years ago. He somehow remembers me but I have no idea how as I look nothing like I did that long ago. Knowing the Lewis community though he probably knew I was getting that bus and everything.
So, next is the Ness buss to get me back to Stornoway. I get on the bus and theres like 3 people on it, music is blaring. I give that what the fuck look to the mid twenties overweight driver, in a nice way as he is blaring out Leanne Rhymes. I check theres no Candid Camera's around as when the bus shoots off the guy starts fucking singing along. And I dont mean humming it but singing his heart out. Sure a few lines is acceptable in a really gay way, but this is like, for the whole song. What the F U C K. One of the other 2 guys on this bus slowly turns round with that classic what is it with this guy look. Right at this moment, I think - I want to go home.
I started writing blogs on my bebo page. I thought id expand onto here also while the going is good!
Enjoy
R
Well, what a pish weekend that was eh. Beach party in Tolsta was different. Haven't been camping in like 10 years hence my inability to do anything scout-like. I drank a lot though you can give me that. 2.5 bottles of Pinot later I do what im good at, disappear without saying anything and wake up having missed most of the nights activities. I woke up on my own though. Quite a feat considering.....anyway yeh so, May weekend im thinking yeh its Summer, wow, sun, relax..........lift back to my gran's its party time. 5 minutes later hangover kicks in and my gran, at her best, is telling me the local news, whom she speaks about I know nothing. Maybe I met them when I was like 3 but who remembers that shit?
Anyway yeh, interesting none the less, hangover kicks in so I just become a complete dick and moan and do practically nothing apart from watch snooker as it's now pishing it down with rain, it's windy and cold and my head jurts like FUCK. Pol texts me some arguementative stuff to do with SNP winning the election. Rage Rage Rage then 4 texts later im pissed off. If I don't want to vote I dont vote alright, deal with it. Im no SNP fan but no other party appealed to me either. So I don't vote.
Right so, back to my story. yeh so, relaxing weekend, did next to nothing given weather conditions. Watched snooker Semi's/Final. I love snooker and it's never been so good to watch, in my opinion it gets better every year. Cliche? Shut up im right ok. Plus my Great Uncle came down and although almost deaf in one hear and probably not hearing a word I said back it was cool cause he spoke about the War's (1st and 2nd) and Mac an t-Sronaich (google it if you have no idea who this is I can't be bothered explaining anymore). Anyway, so that was cool. I don't think ive spoke to my Great Uncle Norman properly like, ever. Plus he gave me some expensive whisky so can't say no to a wee drammeh.
Monday seems to be the longest day EVER. It rains, sun comes out. Im retarded so I go out as the sun is shining, by the time I reach the bloody gate it rains like ive just jumped in the shower. So heres me wet as fuck, pissed off (again) then that told you so look from my gran which made me laugh because I look like such a tit.
Just before I go I doorstep my gran's neighbour because he'd be pissed if I was over and didnt say hello. End up being dragged in, almost missing my bus but he puts across interesting political views, or is it personal. Scotland can be Independent he says, as down there in England, it's just full of foreigners. Hungarians, straight out of the jail. One time he was in Derby, this might be what 20 years ago? So yes, he's right. Lets do it SNP. Independence Day bring it on, say no to Hungarian inmates that escape out of jail and take our homes.
I get the night bus back. The bus driver to Barbhas is the postie that delivered to my grans like 15 years ago. He somehow remembers me but I have no idea how as I look nothing like I did that long ago. Knowing the Lewis community though he probably knew I was getting that bus and everything.
So, next is the Ness buss to get me back to Stornoway. I get on the bus and theres like 3 people on it, music is blaring. I give that what the fuck look to the mid twenties overweight driver, in a nice way as he is blaring out Leanne Rhymes. I check theres no Candid Camera's around as when the bus shoots off the guy starts fucking singing along. And I dont mean humming it but singing his heart out. Sure a few lines is acceptable in a really gay way, but this is like, for the whole song. What the F U C K. One of the other 2 guys on this bus slowly turns round with that classic what is it with this guy look. Right at this moment, I think - I want to go home.
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