home, james

Ok, so didn’t go to Black Plastic and didn’t go to the Slime. Instead, I went to erming’s birthday drinks in Vauxhall at the Zeitgeist, which was difficult to find in an unexpected way: contrary to what I expected (South London? Terra incognita, there be dragons..I always get lost south of the river..) I found the address in one but couldn’t find the venue at first. Turns out that ‘Zieitgeist’ is run at or is part of or whatever, atf a pub whose name I’ve forgotten but was very clear and visible. It was a good night... although I did have a very strange surreal conversation about music with somebody, which left my head very hurty and throbbing. Came back early, giving a lift to this guy whose name I should really remember, Clive and barbedwirekiss; the latter got off at the Dev Hobgobwhateveritscallednow and the others at Kentish Town tube. And I got home in time to .. do nothing, download pics from the camera to the computer, muck around on teh internets and write this while having a gin and tonic or perhaps two.

And watch again yesterday’s episode from Battlestar Galactica. Mournful and depressing, why do I like that stuff. Little wonder I hang out with goths... And ex-goths. And “what?-I’m-not-a-goth-f**-you”s....

Maybe I should have gone to Black Plastic or the Slimelight, once upon the time I would have been arriving to the latter at about this time, but maybe not now. At least not today (that, or I’m getting old..oi, shut up, you..).Finish that gin & tonic, have a brief encounter with the toothbrush and a slightly longer one with the pillow. Good night....

home, james

Ok, so didn’t go to Black Plastic and didn’t go to the Slime. Instead, I went to erming’s birthday drinks in Vauxhall at the Zeitgeist, which was difficult to find in an unexpected way: contrary to what I expected (South London? Terra incognita, there be dragons..I always get lost south of the river..) I found the address in one but couldn’t find the venue at first. Turns out that ‘Zieitgeist’ is run at or is part of or whatever, atf a pub whose name I’ve forgotten but was very clear and visible. It was a good night... although I did have a very strange surreal conversation about music with somebody, which left my head very hurty and throbbing. Came back early, giving a lift to this guy whose name I should really remember, Clive and barbedwirekiss; the latter got off at the Dev Hobgobwhateveritscallednow and the others at Kentish Town tube. And I got home in time to .. do nothing, download pics from the camera to the computer, muck around on teh internets and write this while having a gin and tonic or perhaps two.

And watch again yesterday’s episode from Battlestar Galactica. Mournful and depressing, why do I like that stuff. Little wonder I hang out with goths... And ex-goths. And “what?-I’m-not-a-goth-f**-you”s....

Maybe I should have gone to Black Plastic or the Slimelight, once upon the time I would have been arriving to the latter at about this time, but maybe not now. At least not today (that, or I’m getting old..oi, shut up, you..).Finish that gin & tonic, have a brief encounter with the toothbrush and a slightly longer one with the pillow. Good night....

Oops

Was thinking of joining monted to see the Bach Cantata at the Royal Academy. Woke up an hour and a half ago, zombied about until now when I realised I’d missed that. Oh well. Maybe next time (22d Feb).

Oops

Was thinking of joining monted to see the Bach Cantata at the Royal Academy. Woke up an hour and a half ago, zombied about until now when I realised I’d missed that. Oh well. Maybe next time (22d Feb).