A journal entry in the truest sense

[caddyman]

Good morning, everybody. I shall wish you all a happy new week, for it is Monday and we must remain positive in the face of all contrary evidence.

Friday evening I am afraid to say that I got a little drunker than is my wont. Not falling down drunk or anything, but certainly wobbly. Wobbly enough for Furtle to remark upon it on the way home and take charge of the proceedings. We popped into the Angel in St Giles’ High Street for a pint with mezzogiornouno and romney. I think the burst of hiccups toward the end of the evening pushed some of the alcohol into my bloodstream faster than it would normally have got there (no, I’ve never heard that excuse before, either). Anyway, we got home late-ish, but not so late that we couldn’t buy in a chinee takeaway before bed.

Saturday was – for me at least – a late start, followed by an afternoon nap. Alcohol fuelled sleeps are not as refreshing as once they were – before we trailed off to Carshalton for caffeine_fairy and chomper99’s house warming. That was a fine evening, meeting up with a number of people we don’t see too often, though with the usual tube and other line closures, the trip down was something of a fag, taking over two hours from door to door and seeing at one point, poor Furtle’s glasses being sent flying out of the train door, but luckily not getting lost or suffering any significant damage. A repeat performance on the way home was avoided by the splendid offer of a lift home by fractalgeek, which got us home around midnight in considerable more comfort than we had done the original journey and with much less stress.

It also meant that we could natter about obscure music and stuff, which I don’t get to do very often these days. And as it happens, Radio 2 played an interesting track called Sea Talk by an alternative artiste recording under the name of Zola Jesus. Interesting enough to initiate a purchase from iTunes. The track has something of Siouxie about it, though in a rather more ambient direction.

Sunday was much more laid back, though we did manage to create a very tasty vegetable lasagne.

Comments

[mezzogiornouno.livejournal.com]

It was a splendid evening, had a lovely time, but didn't get the Saturday morning lie-in, as the boy Charlie was swimming at 8.00, then he had two football games at 9.45 (4-0 and 6-1 winners, since you ask) after which I performed my usual Saturday afternoon role as a shoppers labourer.

[fractalgeek.livejournal.com]

It was a pleasure.

32 minutes to home, at legal speeds, including missing the badly-signed turn onto the A406.