Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Zajac Visits
Dammit, I keep failing to be able to write anything down on this one, due to distractions involving work, or BitTorrents. Time to black out the world and reminisce of the weekend that was; in reverse chronological snippets; a style stolen appropriately from a film of my generation, The Rules of Attraction.
Sitting on the grass, watching the world go by, is a fabulous way to steer through a Sunday afternoon. After that, go to a pub, and get electrocuted. I called the guy over to inform him that the unseasonal Christmas lighting had managed to burn me and cause my few remaining hairs to stand on end. A cursory apology, and a quick exit. The
Zajac bought a deep fried mars bar. I had a bite. I was drunk, and like so many things you do when you are drunk, you regret it. Then I called Toronto from my mobile, 3am Sunday morning, drunken on the way home, and yabbered about nothing in particular. In hindsight, she was trying to get rid of me for most of that conversation. But I’m sure it will happen again.
Post closing time, went to some random flat. I don’t know where the flat was, or who owned it, but he was a nice man, because he gave me whisky, which I felt that I needed.
Stopped in at a bar and someone was buying champagne. I’m not sure why, and I don’t really like champagne. After briefly pondering it’s intoxicating properties, I drunk it in parallel to the Leffe, thus negating any detrimental impact on my tastebuds.
Random flat with Goth and Hair Brigade people. Met what was quite possibly the most hospitable person I have ever encountered in my life, who presented me a cool beer, a floor and some music. It wasn’t what he presented, so much as the plainly transparent Namaste manner in which he did so. An exciting, leading edge sandal wearing commie type crowd whose side I could well be standing against at WTO riots. I read the same papers as them, I believe in much the same principles of society. But the coin has two sides, and I’m hoping that the America will be the undoer America one day. Rampant delusion consumerism plays into the hands of the East. Or perhaps these Nintendo obsessed music fascists weren’t political at all, and I am using this as an excuse to rant on about what I care about most. I am 99.9% certain that the latter is true. Anyway, I liked them.
Random flat with barbeque. And lots and lots of sausages. Quote: “Coming from a sausage country, I can say with authority, that these are damn fine sausages”. And conversation with career type people. It was picture perfect. The sun was shining, the cocktails were splendid, and the gas barbeque didn’t chuck out any of those nasty wafts of smoke that sooo ruin your evening perfume. An entertaining crowd, and I love barbeques. In fact, it made me decide that I am going to have one.
Massive lunch, large cowA few bars around town for food and beer, the weather seeming to palm its happiness onto the people of the city. Met up with Bell, and continued drinking.
A quiet town North of the city for a beer, by the bridges, at a pub astutely entitled The Two Bridges. A pint of Stella and a bottle of Becks, please. £2.45 please. “err, no, I’m paying for both drinks”. “errr, sorry, property rates are really expensive here, and so our beer costs more”. Complete confusion as she thought I was complaining about the high cost, and I couldn’t comprehend how two beers could cost any less than £6.
Begin Saturday with a massive fry up, to soak up some of the excess alcohol from Friday night. Then pretend to be healthy by walking around, up and down some hills. But mostly driving. Talked about the Ukraine. I want to go and see it so much – Turkey too. But no time for longer travels just yet, gotta keep milking the money from employment while I can still find it. Fresh air, sun is shining, time for a drive.
Friday night was simple. Remek pulled into town at 9.30, and we ate then drunk beer for the next 6 hours. This was fun.
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Wow that was confusing. Glad Remek finally got the deep-fried fix. Filling blanks:
> Random flat with barbeque
Duncan's, and yes it was immense fun in that slightly guilty aren't-we-terribly-grown-up kind of way that you sometimes get as a committed anarcho-socialist. LOL
> hospitable person
Paul, and you're right.
> Stopped in at a bar
Thistle St Bar (TSB, the bar that likes to say).
> went to some random flat
Colin's.
You'll be glad to know I utterly annihilated myself further into the night, giving up well into the morning. Excellent night.
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> Random flat with barbeque
Duncan's, and yes it was immense fun in that slightly guilty aren't-we-terribly-grown-up kind of way that you sometimes get as a committed anarcho-socialist. LOL
> hospitable person
Paul, and you're right.
> Stopped in at a bar
Thistle St Bar (TSB, the bar that likes to say).
> went to some random flat
Colin's.
You'll be glad to know I utterly annihilated myself further into the night, giving up well into the morning. Excellent night.
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