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Thursday, December 30, 2004
Christmas 2004 @ Karlie's - A Day full of secret Santa - A night full of debauchery!
My bitch scrubs!!
Exactly boys!
Evil Saint Nic!
The Blitz of 2004/2005 is coming. Tomorrow I drive up with Kirt and Dave H. to Scotland into the frost, into the cold, into the eye of the Snogmanay!
At the moment I'm stressing as the car requires a credit card, which I do not think I will have enough cash to cover it, so it could be down to me booking last minute train tickets up there. Rain Shit or Shine I'll be up there!
Kirt seems to be having a blast over here, he has just walked himself up to the local to watch Arsenal and Newcastle play... yes he is watching Football (aka Soccer) in a pub... and I bet he'll be telling everyone how he knows all about it! I need to pack and get some stuff organised before anything happens, and get enough kip for tomorrow.
I have set up a small photo gallery I hope to update as much as I can.. so add this to your bookmarks ---> http://groups.msn.com/TheFoo/shoebox.msnw The Foo
Clean as mustard, Keen as a whistle!
2004 Christmas with the boys (top left to right - Maverick (Brad), Horse (Pete), Saint Nic, Foo (Me), Ringo (Kirt), Little Al -- Middle Left to right - Foo (Sam), Wilks (Dave), Dameo (Damien) -- Bottom Left to right Wayneo (Wayne) & his chick)
Monday, December 27, 2004
It's been a crazy couple of days with Kirt in England, he's been trying to get himself lost in London seeing the sites while I work and now that we have spent Christmas together (pictures from my new camera to follow soon) and a Boxing Day party with some of my close friends here, I think he feels he is now more on holiday then anything else.
What creates a good friend and what creates a best mate is something that I always consider when in the relationships you do create with people... the cycle of friends tends to happen to everyone, either it being a slow evolution or a fast paced one you still have that core.
Tonight we spent Boxing Day pretty hung over and eventually dragging ourselves in the freezing cold to Fulham for a party at Bradders. It was good chilled out environment where we all drank and danced a little ontop of talk and meeting some more new friends. Wilko, Kirt and myself at about 2-3am decided it was time to head home, FER FER freezing!
Kirt and I managed to get a bus home and once getting off shivering and laughing I saw a man slumped on the sidewalk... I just said 'Oh fuck' thinking another stabbing had occurred in the neighborhood and I was going to have to ring 999 and stand in the cold blah blah blah... then I saw the trail of piss underneath the man and knew it was someone completely shitfaced. Kirt and I got him to his feet eventually and started walking him back to our house to get him warm, he kept on going on about he wanted to die, he was a charity case and that we were the best guys ever because anyone would have just left him there... which well in its case would have been true... when I got him to his feet I think we both knew that we couldn't leave him alone. He eventually had none of wanting coffee nor a place to sleep when we were just about to get to the front door and did a kind of run, stumble, fall, get up and quickly walk away. I think maybe it was the comment from Kirt 'Look mate, we aint fucking gay or anything.. we just wanna give you some coffee...' This I laughed at... as you all would know, someone saying that gay or not, immediately you're thinking they are or something worse.. evening though they are or aren't.
Getting home, we decided to go find him again, this time he was a little bit more sober and told us to go put something deep inside our orifices... Kirt and I laughed about it and knew he'd probably make it through the night... as we both knew if we hadn't he would have frozen to death.
Kirt received a text message things went to FUBAR. I will not discuss what it is about as it really isn't my issue to discuss. It was about Jay though and we both then discussed things about Jay. I don't see Kirt cry, but he did. We talked for another hour, and then about the part he plays in Linda's life. Then I decided to tell him how much I was proud that he pulled his thumb out of his ass to come to London, and if he ever thinks about continuing to live the way he is.. I'll make sure I will stick my foot further up his ass (in Lamen's terms it was a long winded discussion with me telling him how much I have worried about him and he should pull his head out and get his shit straightened). Kirt appreciated it, more than well.. thinking he might punch me. He didn't and we shook hands.. and I sent his drunk ass to bed.
What secrets do you really take to the grave with you? What really is the use of it all, carrying someone else burden all your life. I was taught during church and sunday school and teachings at school ... well basically I was taught. To live, to love and to just be honest. Sure shit happens.. more than anything sometimes. But why should you let it effect the way it should lead or burden your life. I thank myself for being here everytime I wake up, I miss home.. but I don't miss my life in Sydney nor the burdens I had there. I am not taking anything to the grave with me, I've changed for my good and not anyone elses... and sure as shit I in control.
'You hungry?'
'I could eat.'
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Faithless last Saturday was ... well definitely was.. the best gig of the year for me. Headed down there with Wilko (and his crew) to Brixton again (2 times in 2 weeks not too shabby, except Wilko has been down there 5 times in 6 weeks .. the animal). Their tempo was absolutely sensational and he had the crowd eating out of his hand. Unfortunately didn't get to take my camera along for some snaps.
I managed to walk in the door Sunday morning at 6am, due to the fact I missed my stop and found myself at the Hayes overpass due to sleepiness... it was cold.. it was wet... and was surreal watching the sun rise up in the morning over London and the birds chirping, while you stammer the words - Pissing Fuck and Shit trying to find out where the hell I was... good finish to a weekend in my opinion.
Last Thursday had me for the official work Christmas party which was at an exclusive hotel in Belgravia eating with some of the rich people... I worked out my 3 course alone was about 50 quid, let alone the constant wine being poured and the cocktails afterwards.. I was totalled.. ending up sleeping at Paula's house with Trish and waking up 2-3 hours later for work still bollocked. Everyone was about the same in the morning.. red eyed, nauseous and feeling like death. I do believe that some of us were dancing to Danii Minogue at 4am and doing some dance routine.. We did manage to have a Secret Santa for our party.. I ended up with the worst present ever, watching people unwrap candles, aftershave, perfume and well nice presents.. I unwrap a space invaders game and biting ones lip you can only smile and try to be nice about it all, someone's perception of me is a little warped I think... 10 quid and you spend it on a game suitable for a 8 year old - buy me a tie or something.. O_o
Friday night I found myself at The Redback - as bad as the Walkabout and as much people too... feeding frenzy after 1am.. had to carry Lindsey out of the place and I think I got my nuts grabbed one too many times by chav's! (it's a mating ritual in London for some reason, however I think its some conspiracy to knacker all the males by a right wing women's lib organisation). Well done to Stuart who managed to fall down some steps in the place and take about 5 people with him, which eventually got him escorted out of the place... deserve medals in being thrown out of such places.
Anyways Kirt flies in and since I'm not going to be able to greet him until later tonight, my good mate Lindsey has kindly donated her time to take him for a few drinks before I venture on home from another Christmas dinner (which I paid for)....
Craig flies in on Friday night and the 3 of us are going to spend Christmas eve and Christmas day together... the three of us haven't been together (as a drinking trio to catch up) for about 7 years and we should be quite drunk this coming Friday talking about the old day's and whittling our wood ... this I do look forward to as it is long overdue!
I read an article in the Metro this morning about Blip-Pop and I'm currently looking at the website;
"You've probably listened in as your kids grabbed those hand-held Nintendo Gameboys and played their favourite games. All those blips, boops and beeps create a bit of a ruckus. Now, Poland's Gameboyzz Orchestra Project has taken that cacophony to a new level. Today's Global Hit comes courtesy of The World's technology reporter Clark Boyd.The Gameboyzz Orchestra Project calls its sound...appropriately..."blip-pop." Think of it as Donkey Kong meets Norman Cook...or maybe Tetris takes on Kraftwerk.Any way you slice it, the sound is...distinct. All the sounds are made by six Nintendo Gameboys. Some are the older models...some new. The Gameboyzz Orchestra Project tweaks the software a bit, and then connects the units through a mixing board."
- So in memory of my lame brain present I received last week go get yourself some exciting Blip Pop!! http://www.gameboyzz.com/
Notes: Gigs booked so far - Hed Kandi in Edinburgh, New Years Eve, Chemical Brothers in Nottingham, January 27th, Green Day January 22nd, waiting on confirmation tickets for U2 in Dublin around April (anyone else want to come to this?)
It's amazing the amount of confidence you can have when some girl decides to flick her hair and flutter her eye lashes... although it's also amazing the amount of poise you find when you turn her down.
Friday, December 17, 2004
Groove Armada was absolutly brilliant, unfortunately a little short and missing a few key singers, it still was a blast to spend some 'quality' time with mates and friends. The rest of the weekend was spent lazing around with a smile on my face as we were out partying until 7am Saturday morning.Readying myself for K-day as he is flying in on Monday or Tuesday (think now it's Tuesday as I got an SMS from him, which I have work Christmas drinks with people... going to have to juggle).
I went for a walk on Tuesday as I received some bad news from a friend and just decided to get out of the office and go for a walk... I do enjoy just looking around London or anywhere you spend a majority of your time and find some things you didn't know existed. So I put my IPOD in my ears and switched it over to my collection of REM and went for a wander through Victoria Station, the prime-evil arch enemy of Waterloo Station (well not really). Victoria is beautifully old and decorated architechiture is very cool... so I'm standing amongst the A to Z crowd bustling around me for their lunch or their own timetable standing looking up... I think I got a few people to stop and also look up. Amazing how people do that.. so intrigued at what you are staring at and they are trying to figure it out, give up, shrug and walk away. For me it was just a white pigeon flying around the top with a bunch of other pigeons.
So the level of volume increased and the hum of traffic, footsteps and noise was out of the way and it felt like I was in a silent movie with a music backdrop or I was producing my own video clip for REM, but it was somewhat surreal. It's good to people watch and see what they do, how they walk, if they have forgotten to do something (fly, laces, buttons etc).
Been invited out to dinner with Scott (Erin/Bec's friend) and his friends - he tells me he is in need of some male friends as the women outnumber them for dinner... "How many" I say ... "Oh there is 30 people going to dinner and I think only 10 male." 3 to 1 ratio, then counting on possible male/female couples being there.. ratio increased.
Anyways I'll go back to lunch now and try and remember my pin number for my damn cashcard, wrap my secret santa present for Alex and hopefully book the car for Edinburgh.
"So Luke, how long you staying in England" ,says the random person who asks me this everytime I meet them...
"As long as it takes...." I answer.
Saturday, December 11, 2004
So I've come to work a little stressed, because I have one ticket which I need to get rid of for Groove Armada tonight which we all have been looking forward for tonight. Then I get a message from Little Al and he is in bed with the cold/flu or some disease... my blood level rising! So I go on a selling pitch, I start ringing people... last minute tickets to people I haven't spoken to for months.. no takers. You know if someone called me for a great band playing on the night and I wasn't doing anything... I'd be there in a flash! So I'm talking to work colleagues and they are all busy... then another phone call. Gina has a hang over from last night and cant come... I feel tears well up in my eyes and see 75 quid disappearing. I look at my phone again and ring some other people. Get rid of one to Alexis!! Huzzah!! The ball is rolling back the other way.... then I finally get a SMS from Lindsey... Stuart is taking the other ticket! Leaving me back to this morning where I was at in the first place!!! Man I was looking forward to tonight and all of a sudden I'm exhausted and just cant wait to get it over with and lie in my hang over tomorrow morning. Apart from all this.. the weekend has been hectic catching up with people and having drinks and dinner.
My desk looks like some pimp has attacked it with tinsel... and I'm counting down the 45 minutes until I head off..... The crew tonight --- Brad, Sam, Crazy-Pete, Lindsey, Alexis, Stuart, Wilko Rock on people! |
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Yahoo! Mail PlusGet personalised spam filtering with SpamGuard Plus, no graphical ads, 2GB storage, and more great features for just £ 11.99/year - that's less than £1 a month! Yeh no fucking kidding.. you save a whole 1 penny!!! Why do people go to the trouble of saying something like that... It's less than £1 a month! Now anyone who can read english can usually grasp basic math to understand that really 1 penny is worth... well 1 penny in literal terms.. but also another space in a jar or bottomless pit which you throw your spare change at the end of the day ... however I do remember one time buying a pack of cigarettes with 1's and 2's and the look on the man's face was priceless when I dumped it all on the counter. We can also strike out the history book and read about the 1 penny originating ; The penny is amongst the earliest of British coins, being first minted in the 8th century AD. A denier had been struck in the kingdom of the Franks about 755 AD, and the Kings of Kent (Heaberht) and Mercia (Offa) followed suit soon after. However, it was not until Eadgar became King of all England in 959 that the silver penny became universal throughout the country. Indeed, until the reign of Henry III it was virtually the only denomination minted..... {BZZZZZZZZZZZZZT who gives a toss!} I'm guessing it really wouldn't be less than £1 a month too, as you would probably need to supply your credit card which would pay fee's on and add it to your things to do to pay off eventually, therefore suffering the late fees and interest paid that the greedy banks love to give you, eventually you be paying out £1.10 a month for a 2gb email account you really don't need, because really are you receiving large attachments that size, when you can basically have a free one which will give you 250 mb.
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Saturday, December 04, 2004
It really wasn't me, you were wearing your Macdonalds uniform and I was sitting beside you. Suddenly a vile stench filled our carriage and our eyes met....yours I felt met mine in an accusing fashion.... but honestly I reckon it was the old bald guy who was reading the metro just trying to 'ride it out'.
Anyway felt the need to explain and perhaps you owe me an apology for that flashing glare.
Killing time : I have just spent the last 30 minutes trying to find the origin's for this phrase... Just Killing Time.. found a moment of wealth other than the origin. It's a video game, a books, and there is even a song (Zakk Wylde & Black Label Society Just Killing Time) I'm sitting here watching people suffer with headaches and hang-overs... therefore killing time to watch the clock hit the 6pm. I have been at work for since 8am yesterday.. that's about 30+ hours now. I'm luckily enough not suffering the insanity of a hang-over.. why I don't know. I was drinking white wine all night and I do believe I was intoxicated, but not inebriated. It was good to put faces to names and to talk. The party ended around midnight and our party continued until about 3am... Peter got 4 stars as he cleaned up the event in his y-fronts. Erin was taken to a crashpoint on my shoulder as she became unconciously drunk. The 'hair of the dog' is part of a longer expression - 'the hair of the dog that bit you'. This goes back to the old belief that the hair of a dog that bites someone could be used as an antidote against the bad effects of the bite. By extension, another drink or two after a drinking binge would be the cure for a hangover. 12:40pm and we possibly about to hit up more substance abuse....
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Thursday, December 02, 2004
To make my life a little more interesting within the last 7 mundane days of my existence I have decided to abstain from partaking within nicotine varieties... ie to the lamen's I'm giving up smoking.
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Just watched Freddy got Fingered and I'm feeling a little freaked out and weird at the moment...
So unfortunately.. I can't talk right now and need to go poo!
gnight!