Back again

I was about to start writing a Facebook note and then thought 'Fuck it, I'll write on that blog thing I've ignored for months.' So here goes...

I want to write, but can't get my brain in order enough to do actual work (whether thesis chapters or grant applications). I think I'm just going to throw down a bunch of random shit that needs to be recorded before the memories get squashed by future alcohol consumption.

Friday. London.

• Scene 6 porn revelations.
• Creeped out by staring fish.
• Asshole at LGC who kept yoinking the Montana Gold colour rings when I was still figuring out which numbers we needed, then asking for 'a dark grey'.

Saturday. Bristol.

• Kids asking for cans, one picking up a crushed cap.
• Kneepads, coveralls, wet floor signs.
• Contortions to fight the power of the wind.
• Cunt of a cabbie.
• Sitting at The Bell, Adam with one sock off, realising maybe people were out back.
• Peanut wars, and Cheba chewing his pint.
• Finding out that Cheba can eat a Snickers in two bites.
• Damn good cashews.
• Two San Miguels, two ciders, and a Gold.
• Downing Rory's wine in one after he seemed to disappear.
• Finding it difficult to pee when all you can hear is Jer's voice.
• Sock on a heater.
• 'Jer just bought me a drink. It would be rude to leave now.'
• 'He kept the Rolex. Ok, fine. I was the one who had the affair, but still...'
• The reason why I'm the only one allowed to have a pen.
• Or cans of paint...
• Cider! the canvas! and the Mclevey purple elephant looking thing.
• Finding out Jer's full legal name, and then forgetting part of it.
• Adam's hand retaining the pint glass grip after Jer had removed the pint glass.

Sunday. Bristol. Weston.

• A shopping cart full of booze, pizza, and a chicken.
• Shuffling everything upstairs and spraying Febreze to get rid of the smoke smell we brought with us.
• Staying drunk rather than getting drunk again.

So there we go. A mind dump for all to enjoy.