What a great weekend it was; caught the train to Bath on Friday night after work, and arrived just after 7. Chilled in Chris’s flat, listened to some music and played with Chris’ electronic drum kit, which was top notch, I especially enjoyed the pre-set where the crash cymbal was a sample of some bird going “oh yeah”. Made a mental note to use more clichéd vocal samples in my tunes in future. Chris then made me a bacon and egg sandwich for my tea. I have instilled a great sense of competition in Chris with regards to his cooking, ever since I posted about Hannah’s breakfast a few months ago. I told Chris he needed to up his game and he’s really doing so, though I feel he has a little more to prove still. Looking forward to his next contender…
Later on Declan came round, who works at Future Music with Chris, and we continued to drink ourselves silly. We hit the town about ten o’clock, taking in the beautiful surroundings of Porters and discussing the pros and cons of being sat somewhere which has been decorated in the style of an alien’s innards. The conclusion of the discussion culminated in our exit from the place and descent into the wonderful world of Po Na Na.
I could go on for a while about the quantity and quality of the girls in Po Na Na, but I think I may possibly reduce myself to tears if I think about it too much. Put simply, there were lots of them and the quality was high. Nevertheless, our champagne drinking and acerbic wit and charm were not enough for these posing pretties, one of whom confided to us that we were “too old”.
Good night though, and one I will remember for a while.
Exhibits A & B
The next day we got up around 2 and rushed down to Moles as Chris and Dec were scheduled to interview a band calling themselves Crystal Castles. Now I don’t want to be a rumour monger, or turn this blog into a celeb bashing arena (for that, go here) but they were a fooking nightmare. Refused to answer any questions and just basically pissed Chris off. I thought it was quite funny, but it provided material for discussions throughout the afternoon. We schooled off to Opa, by the river, and recommenced our drinking. After meeting up with Lisa, Chris’s girlfriend’s sister, we went down to Moles again about 6ish to catch Crystal Castles in action (they were, predictably, rather good).
Afterwards we went back to Chris’s flat and messed about with all kinds of creative diversions – Dec and I covering Chris Isaac classics, playing Jump by Van Halen as a three piece electro combo, and just generally mucking around.
Saturday night was the same genre of night as Friday, but this time Chris had to work behind the DJ booth whilst Dec and I gorged ourselves on ridiculously strong cocktails. Dec was thrown out. Ledge.
Sunday was nice and chilled, but still booze fuelled – Chris and I sat in the beer garden at Ha Ha drinking Fruili and reading newspapers. I caught the train back to Reading at 22.17(well, it was supposed to be 22.17 but actually turned up at 22.50) and crawled into my unmade bed just before 1am.
3 comments:
oh yeah, that picture of Chris, has he started growing stubble or is it a trick of the light?
it's leprosy
Fucking piss heads.
Wish I was there for it!
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