Revision and Danceing…

Whats happened in my world? well nothing really… Just revision

I sit at a computer in the computer suite drowned by the smell of coffee and surrounded by an Island of news papers.
It some what resembles my room.
The idles eyes of mine gaze over the black and white photo of real life, torn at the edges…

H sits oposite muching on a ludicrous sandwich wrapped in foil this morning and I piss away my money on gressy chicken tika bakes, should have made a ’healthy’ sty like I been doing sporadically all week.

Went on a night out with confidant the other week, went to a pretty sweet Weatherspoons in town (all art deco and faded glory). Found out amounst other things that there were over 1000 of the damn things. As much as I like a cheap drink this kinda monopolisation is ridiculous, I Blame the damn space ninger pirates…

Went to snobs for the first time in ages,

{it’s a night club, it was a dirty indie rock place with v. cheap prices, then new management and well the prices are I spose reasonable and the music less alternative…}

and the biggest chage there seemed to be was…

THE SMELL

omg girlfriends you just wouldn’t beleive it, it smelt of fresh laudary and stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay so that may be an exagiration but Confidont agreed with me.
Then someelse who obviouly thought this was a little odd decide to do something about it,
i.e. spray beer all over the place and I just happend write next to him – that’s when my teashirt was grafted to my back.

“Ahhhh” I thought ”the good times where back” that’s when the night really started rocking as the guy was bundled out the club to the tune of the Arctic Monkeys

 

till next time emigoes, adios….

I liked the guild for once…

Normally I don’t like the cheesy guild (student) Friday club night,
and here’s why,

• The Music is cheesy and the same every week, (okay they rotate between the 2 DJs each week, but they always play the same stuff, you can only distinguish between the two cos one plays the fresh prince of bell-air theme near the end).
• The venue has no air con!!!    It’s a listed building so it’s hard to do anything, but anyway it’s very very hot with the heaving student mass.
• They serve pints in plastic glasses. 

 But last friday I found it quite pleasurable, I went with propaganda stapled on me for some guy who my house mate is running a campaign for in the guild elections. 

I’ve never talked to this guy, and in fact he’s obliviously sitting next to me typing up something… I think he might be called Steve… maybe…

Anyway this was the reason we went to the guild,

It also meant we went with some random-er friends of Stan (or was it Sting…),

Random-ers are so refreshing! Going out all the time with the same few groups of people can get really claustrophobic and samey, but random-ers! Who are they? Who are You? Have we got similar interests? You work in advertising really tell me more…

And so the night went, I probably will never see those guys again or ever speak to Salty… but hey it was fun

New Year

So what did I do?

First to get over and detox from a rather crazy autum semester The 3rd Student went back to his home city (Bristol) to get over himself.

This was a good move cos he got to reacquainted himself with his crazy school friends. I say crazy because students are all pretty much really polite considered individuals who don’t want to cos offence. Home is different. Most of my friends never left let alone went to University.

It’s…

I can’t really descibe the refreshing feel of seedy pubs and bars and clubs after the monotonous levy of cosmopolitan shite served up for students consumption….

Welllllllll… Christmas came and Christmas went… (9 year old next got a wii and after having them for breakfast helped set it up and the men/lads/kid spent the next few hours playing it while the women got tipsy )

So New Year…

Went to the Beer Keller…

Not somewhere I would natually go to, especially in my student face, but the hard rock metal helped wash out the previous year. There was a low point (every night seems to have them) when I sat on the bench next to the cloak room, and there was a girl there who was there in the same mood as me. We sat a talked/bitched and praised random encounters with random people. She also had 7 tattoos, we danced a bit and then I said good nioght and picked up my brother from a house party (in-between I also had chatted with a busker)…

It was a really good night and puts a smile on me as I think of it, back in Birmingham a million miles away