alright then. that date.

ok ok, it's just because I couldn't face the bloody music, that's why I didn't say anything, but here we go...

... Saturday 02.30am, phone call - are we still going out? Sure we are, I say, and go back to sleep.
... Saturday 2pm, text message - what you up to? Hanging around I say, having a shower, this and that. Couple of texts following discussing when and where to meet.
... Saturday 5.30 pm, text message - how about Brixton? 8.30pm? Cool, I say, see you there.
... Saturday 6.30pm, text message - Don't feel well, can't make it, will make up for it.

WTF? I thought, fuck off then. The problem was, I was sitting at my mates' kitchen table having right a laugh, when the last one arrived. So they thought I was going to a date, and I knew he just pulled out. What next?

a) tell them he's just pulled out.
yeah right, and then let them take the mickey all night

b) lie.
fucking off early so they think I still have a date, go home and feel awful because I lied to them

Well, I chose b).

Anyway... He sent me a couple of text the next day apologizing and that, basically asking for another chance, so... Don't know yet. Probably... most probably... anyway.

High resolution? Late resolution!

Okie, I've been thinking about this one for a bit now - I'm not into New Year's resolutions anyway, but here we go:

- no more one nighters with strangers
- hitting the 35k p.a. mark
- get back in shape
- move back to South London

That's it, really. We'll see how far I got in 11 months' time, then.

Keep your hands off dodgy pills, luv

Right, so we off on a blinder last Friday - that's Greg with his girl Anna, and Dean. Hitting Brixton again way too early (thank fuck there's still places that won't get busy before 11pm), and off for a couple of drinks at the Plan B.

Dean, our kiddo, heads downstairs for a wee and just before he necks one of his disco biscuits the loo guy spots him. To cut a long story short, Dean had to bribe him with 20 squid and comes back upstairs, fuming... What the loo guy didn't know - I used to drink with the bar manager after a little incident with one of my mates there. So I took the risk (he could have thrown us out, after all) and told him what happened. All he said: "he's sacked". Nice one, mate.

Had to leave for the Living Room a couple of doors further down the road. By that time I'd already gone through half of the wrap and necked two eggs, but there was more to come... Anna, good girl, started chatting to two blokes - another long story cut short: having a date this Saturday, well with one of them, that is. It's been a while (oh-oh, remember the last one, fucker, saw him on the way out exactly THAT night and he looked like he wished himself 500 miles away) I considered anyone being anywhere near of being considered... whatever. Boyfriend material. There, I said it!

Anyway. Managed to go home on my own (!), no drunken-and-eyes-rolling-back-and-nasty shag in the toilet (been there, done that...), just to get his first phone call the very same night at 7am. Awwww.

Note to myself: If I keep complaining that things don't change, maybe I should behave differently and everything around me will change with me.

Living the free fall

It's been rather busy the last couple of days, so you'll get some chunky bunks as for your convenience. Anyway...

First things first - bonus and salary, sorted! I've hit my personal salary-target-whatever thingy and got a nice bonus on top, thank fuck for that. I'll be back in South London soon - hang on a minute - quite soon, that is. Minkey's got a builder in, to do up the bathroom. Now that's news... Means we won't have shower n dat for a week (can't see myself doin' a cat wash at the kitchen sink yet, watch this space), but hey... A bathroom! My A.R.S.E.!

Yes we do live in a 3rd world country, if the installation of a bathroom provokes sheer excitement over days. I'm a bit worried now. It's only a bathroom, for Pete's sake.

Failing a witty title

... okie. Are there no Swiss people living in London, goddammit?

2006 fixtures

Thinking about the good things to come... My 2006 fixtures!

13.02.06 - West Ham playing Birminham City
11.04.05 - The Streets' Mike Skinner releasing a new album
22.07.06 - Off for a week in Ibiza
November - 3 weeks in India, hoo-fucking-ray!

So, it's not only crap anyway, and I'm still not hitting the thirties so there's plenty of time for a turn-around towards being responsible, I guess.

Back to square one

There we go again... Getting drunk on the 29th at the +venture in Balham, a bender on the 30th, a wicked NYE party at the Plan B - and a quick recovery the last two days with no booze or drugs, but plenty of football and sales, yesssss.

I was thinking of my new year's resolutions the other day (still haven't got any), is there something going horribly wrong? On days like these (mind you it's still hangover season) I have to answer with a yes, but still can't put my finger on it. Or maybe I just don't want to. "Is this it" - the all-time classic I guess. Rant over.