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dennyFriday daytime, blag the day off work. Erm. I mean, 'work from home'. Yes.
Sleep through the morning. Drive to London in the afternoon, to spend the weekend with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
duranorak.
Friday evening, find a pub somewhere in London to say 'Happy Birthday' tokatyha, and to meet adjectivemarcus, ajva, babysimon, elfgeek, and various other lj people, which was nice. Giles, you get left out for having a hard-to-spell username *grin*
Friday night, the Electric Ballroom withduranorak (with a cameo appearance by adjectivemarcus as 'man in cloakroom queue' - not sure where he went after that, I did look for him when I wasn't dancing, but it's a big enough place to lose people in). Bounce lots, also wave hair with excessive enthusiasm (read, my neck hurt through most of Saturday) to various metal they were nice enough to play on the main dancefloor. I remember two System of a Down tracks being played, as well as some NIN and other fun things. Had a Very Good Time :)
Note to self: must get (a) that track that I haven't identified yet, (b) 'Hardcore Motherfucker', (c) the Jet Set Willy rave remix they played out on (anyone want to identify that? There was a sample saying "This is the police. This club is closed.", but that might have been mixed over the top rather than part of the track, as it was the last one of the night).
Saturday, we spend the morning in bed (that is what they're for, is it not?). The afternoon is spent wandering around record shops and other stuff in the vicinity of the Trocadero. Do very boring work stuff in the evening untilduranorak announces that she's so bored she's going to bed without me. Finish work and join her very shortly thereafter :)
Working on a Saturday night, bleurgh. Payback for Friday, of course... or payback for half of it anyway. I still have to make up the rest of Friday's work before I crash out tonight.
Sunday, get up in morning (erm, not sure what went wrong here, and I apologise toduranorak for the scary sight of me actually getting out of bed before midday). Shove shiny balls in pocket and go to Camden, where I proceed to bore duranorak silly by playing with my balls (*ObSnigger*) in Cyberdog for ages. I can now dance and juggle simultaneously for oh, minutes, before dropping them and looking like (even more of) an idiot. Cool :)
We also look at shiny clothes we can't afford, and buy a couple of button badges that I can (just about) afford. Oh, plus I bought some fishnet(ish) stockings in preperation for Rocky Horror in May. Every man should have some ;)
Saturday afternoon, grab my stuff fromduranorak's place and then drop her off at the Dev in Camden for the pre-gig meeting and greeting. I meanwhile drive back to shitty^H^H^H^H^H sunny Milton Keynes where I will be mostly updating my lj and then getting an early night. Oh, after I've done that work. Damn, forgot that for a second :)
I picked up a hitch-hiker at the top of the M1 on my way home, in the cold and the rain, and when I asked where he was going to he replied "Oh, the services will be fine" (about 5 miles up the motorway). "Oh, okay", I say, "where are you headed?". "Milton Keynes, eventually".
Why don't people just answer the question that you've actually asked? If I'd left it at 'the services is fine', he'd still be hitching now! As it was, he fell asleep in my passenger seat before Junction 2, and woke up as I pulled into his housing estate (he'd been at a 3 day party, apparently - I got that and his destination out of him before he passed out).
My good deed for the day, I guess... I try to pick up hitch-hikers most times I see them - as long as they're carrying trade plates, or if they look slightly disreputable (never trust a trendy!)
Sleep through the morning. Drive to London in the afternoon, to spend the weekend with
duranorak.Friday evening, find a pub somewhere in London to say 'Happy Birthday' to
katyha, and to meet adjectivemarcus, ajva, babysimon, elfgeek, and various other lj people, which was nice. Giles, you get left out for having a hard-to-spell username *grin*Friday night, the Electric Ballroom with
duranorak (with a cameo appearance by adjectivemarcus as 'man in cloakroom queue' - not sure where he went after that, I did look for him when I wasn't dancing, but it's a big enough place to lose people in). Bounce lots, also wave hair with excessive enthusiasm (read, my neck hurt through most of Saturday) to various metal they were nice enough to play on the main dancefloor. I remember two System of a Down tracks being played, as well as some NIN and other fun things. Had a Very Good Time :)Note to self: must get (a) that track that I haven't identified yet, (b) 'Hardcore Motherfucker', (c) the Jet Set Willy rave remix they played out on (anyone want to identify that? There was a sample saying "This is the police. This club is closed.", but that might have been mixed over the top rather than part of the track, as it was the last one of the night).
Saturday, we spend the morning in bed (that is what they're for, is it not?). The afternoon is spent wandering around record shops and other stuff in the vicinity of the Trocadero. Do very boring work stuff in the evening until
duranorak announces that she's so bored she's going to bed without me. Finish work and join her very shortly thereafter :)Working on a Saturday night, bleurgh. Payback for Friday, of course... or payback for half of it anyway. I still have to make up the rest of Friday's work before I crash out tonight.
Sunday, get up in morning (erm, not sure what went wrong here, and I apologise to
duranorak for the scary sight of me actually getting out of bed before midday). Shove shiny balls in pocket and go to Camden, where I proceed to bore duranorak silly by playing with my balls (*ObSnigger*) in Cyberdog for ages. I can now dance and juggle simultaneously for oh, minutes, before dropping them and looking like (even more of) an idiot. Cool :)We also look at shiny clothes we can't afford, and buy a couple of button badges that I can (just about) afford. Oh, plus I bought some fishnet(ish) stockings in preperation for Rocky Horror in May. Every man should have some ;)
Saturday afternoon, grab my stuff from
duranorak's place and then drop her off at the Dev in Camden for the pre-gig meeting and greeting. I meanwhile drive back to shitty^H^H^H^H^H sunny Milton Keynes where I will be mostly updating my lj and then getting an early night. Oh, after I've done that work. Damn, forgot that for a second :)I picked up a hitch-hiker at the top of the M1 on my way home, in the cold and the rain, and when I asked where he was going to he replied "Oh, the services will be fine" (about 5 miles up the motorway). "Oh, okay", I say, "where are you headed?". "Milton Keynes, eventually".
Why don't people just answer the question that you've actually asked? If I'd left it at 'the services is fine', he'd still be hitching now! As it was, he fell asleep in my passenger seat before Junction 2, and woke up as I pulled into his housing estate (he'd been at a 3 day party, apparently - I got that and his destination out of him before he passed out).
My good deed for the day, I guess... I try to pick up hitch-hikers most times I see them - as long as they're carrying trade plates, or if they look slightly disreputable (never trust a trendy!)
