Human beatbox

Here's proof positive that I really did get up on stage with Mull Historical Society...


YAAGers: So I sing into this, right?



Je suis un rock star (and don't Colin and I look great together? *sigh*).
2.2.04 11:40


Of blizzards and booze

Went to see Slava's Snowshow on Saturday night, and was instantly transformed into a wide-eyed 8-year-old (along with the rest of the Hackney Empire). I don't want to say too much about the show, because if you see it (and you should) it's best to know the bare minimum so you end up (like me) in a constant state of childlike wonder. I will reveal that the show contains the following:


- Clowns.


- Cobwebs.


- Huge balloons.


- Snow. Lots and lots of snow.


Go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it, go and see it.


Sunday was rehearsal day - five hours of Javanese dancing. So it was perhaps inevitable that Evie and I would once more end up in the Enterprise drinking stupid amounts of beer (initially Budvar, but then moving onto the cheaper Kronenbourg, for as Evie pointed out "we're not feckin' millionaires, you know"). This time we were joined by Evie's lovely boyfriend Mark, who was a couple of pints behind but soon got into the swing of things. From what I can remember, we agreed that Mark was going to set me up with his best friend Chris, and that on Valentine's Day we were all going to go and see 'School of Rock' then go to the 100 Club for a jive. I remember this last detail only because I checked my answerphone at work this morning to hear a slurry message from myself telling me to "scheck who's playin' a' th'Hundred Club *hic* nexsht Sat'day".


I think maybe I should cut down on the beer. Or, as I texted to Evie at 2 a.m., "sweet holy christ, we must stop getting trashed like this - it really is too much fun for our own good". (Impressively, even when completely trollied I still manage to use correct spelling and punctuation).
2.2.04 13:14


Playtime

Just had a game of pool with Crush #2 (to be known henceforth as "The Pup"). Endearingly, he was almost as crap as me.


This more than took my mind off the fact that I've been running round buying sandwiches and crisps and drinks for twenty people (all because the Head Honcho couldn't organise himself out of a paper bag).
3.2.04 14:11


Smackeroonie

For no reason, here's a picture of The Lovely Laura and I "bonding".

She's off to Italy for two months. I sure will miss her. *sigh*
3.2.04 14:21


Clockwatching

Things I have done this afternoon in order to avoid work:


- Read webcomics: 40 mins


- Play pool with The Pup (see below): 20 mins


- Emailed my sister: 15 mins


- Played Zuma on www.popcap.com: 1 hour


- Eaten a Prêt à Manger houmous and pepper sandwich: 5 mins


- Eaten a Prêt à Manger smoked salmon sandwich: 3 mins


- Debated with self hether to eat a packet of Walkers Ready Salted crisps: 45 mins


- Berated self for being such a greedy so-and-so: 45 mins


- Stared aimlessly into space: too many times to count


 


I think I may have to bite the bullet and actually do something constructive. But maybe I'll go to the gym for a go on the sunbed first...
3.2.04 16:11


Guilt

Some time ago I went shopping with a hangover and ended up buying a second-hand leather jacket.


It was cool.


It was funky.


It was 1970s-Shaft-tastic.


It was too big for me.


This poor leather jacket has been in my wardrobe ever since, unworn, unloved. I'd get guilt pangs every time I reached in to grab my coat and saw it hanging there, staring at me balefully. "I'm a jacket," it seemed to say, "I exist only to be worn. Without that I am nothing."


So I brought it in to work today and flogged it to one of the Techies. He's in a band and is doing some gigs in Germany, so he wanted to make his image a bit more cool. He tried the jacket on.


Techie: How do I look?


YAAGers: Funky. Cool. Great. Wicked.


Techie: Hmmm. Okay, yeah. I'll have it. How much are you asking?


YAAGers: Twenty-five quid?


(Techie rummages round in his pockets).


Techie: I've got £23.52 - is that okay?


YAAGers: Sold!


So the jacket is on its way to a life of beepy sub-Kraftwerk electronica and software conventions, and I have £23.52 to put towards the 'Get YAAGers Drunk' fund. Two thumbs up.
4.2.04 13:22


*Hic*

I'm at work. Was still drinking red wine 2 hours ago. Am playing my new 'Funky Bollywood' CD very loudly in reception, and have just done a little dance for the Head of Production.


Head of Production: What's got into you this morning?


YAAGers: About three bottles of wine.


(Actually, I didn't say that. But I wish I had - then maybe I could have been sent home to bed. With an official warning, granted, but hey, you can't have everything).
5.2.04 11:04


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