So much to blog, so little time. So what have I to blog about?
Nicks 18th!
Jimmy Carr and the Stabbings!
Helen's Parté!
Yes, I and a few others recently decided to haul anchor and set sail to Germany once more, but I shall get onto that in due course, with pictures!!!
I must first apologise for the emo-style foolishness the last post exhibited. All sunny and cheery now, unless the computer breaks (which would no doubt be down to that Christmas hating Scrinch...)
However, first up was Nick's 18th, and after a quick walk to Dave's and then Matt, we were very kindly offered a lift up to Bromley South. After waiting for nick, buying our tickets, waiting a bit more then watching some chav get shouted at by the guards (something about having the wrong zone ticket and trying ot get in anyway. Nearly close to tears, had to get him mum to come and shout at them. We giggled.) Nick turned up, and informed us that the rest would be met in Victoria. We got to the platform, posed:
And got on the train. After much discussion of various topics, the only one of which i can remember was about star wars and the stormtroopers not actually being clones... or something, we got to Victoria where we found the Best David (or Dave Best, one of them) to whom we chatted jovially until Helen turned up and amused me greatly by actually being taller than someone!
Well I laughed. Anyway, we got on the Tube and found ourselves in that fun filled place that is Camden. My first jaunt in and was immediatly offered drugs. Nice deal, but i was lacking in funds. Maybe next time ;). Anyhoo, after a bit of wandering we found ourselves in a small pub called the Canaervan Arms. Well, I say in... Helen and I had to be carefully stared at and regarded before they let us in. However, thanks to my obscenely good looks, and i suppose about 10% down to Helen's immaculately combed eyebrows, they let us in and we stood the night away for a good hour or so. After a little bit however, a small three man musical group (Zarak, apparantly) came on stage and decided to regale us with a meh quality of rhythmic plunking, though a large amount of comedy when the drummer lost a stick only to knock his own cymbal over. Ah, how we laughed. After this turn of events we moved onto our second pub the Oxford Arms, which was good as we didnt get checked for ID, and for some breakdown in communication reason I got an extra pint for nothing. Score! Ahem, anyway, i did take this rather nice group photo (with matt looking the sex again)
At this point Helen looked at her phoned said some exceedingly rude words to make the very air turn BLUE, and had to rush back home. Being the chivalrous beast I am I escorted her back to Charing Cross to make sure she didnt get knifed (well, that would be the reason after the next visit to Charing X i made...) and then returned tho Victoria to meet the rest. After another train and a wonderful wonderful wonderful invention called a bus, we ventured into tesco to buy food and drink before it shut, unfortunately getting locked in
After a little bit of Godfather, me and Dave scooted off home, and I got some schleep, in preparation for the next day and...
WOO!!! THE JIMMOTHY!!! What we all had been anticipating for months weeks and days (with the appropriate numerical hand signals to each other in film lessons) had finally come! After many many travels, the group of savage hunters and assassins made their way to the Hammersmith Apollo once more. They travelled over leaking warehouses of radioactive spoog
Fixed broken seat armrests, chose the right beer
Battled hat hair and bad attempts to photograph some blondes
And who were these warriors? Only Scott, Louis Gary and Chris!!!
Eventually after a long wait and a Bo Selecta pastiche, out came the Carr himself to racuous applause and cheers! And the man was funny to a painful level. Many was the time I was doubled up in laughter, clutching my sides (for fear of them splitting. Obviously.) and his crack at epileptics (oh the man was offensive) almost had me vomiting twas so hilarious. Got a nifty shot of the stage
and we left, and after we held the door closed so scott could use the public toilet outside Hammersmith (well, closed for most of the time...hehe) we ventured back to charing cross, where we saw this cunningly fashioned gentleman:
THE EVIL SUPER SKINHEAD STABBY NEONAZI MEN OF CHARING CROSS!!!
Yes indeed, we were accosted by 4 of these skinheaded bastards, once being the little spokesman, setting upon 3 17 years olds despite the fact that there were several people regarding the man in pink with the same feeling. But I suppose they had, oh i dunno, bigger men with them, or more people, you know people that it would be less cowardly to pick a fight with... They came out with some classic quotes however! These included:
- You need a little more racial pride
- Queers and blacks need to be fucking executed
- You're all pathetic little cunts, you're worthless
- What would you say if a black guy gang raped your sister?
- I am a fucking nazi
"You're worthless mate, if it weren't for these camera's I'd fucking stab you right now"
O...k...then... we got out of there once the cunts had moved on to espousing hatred elsewhere (though there was some good in all this; i got the name of and talked to a blonde we'd been making typically blokish comments on. That skirt WAS short though...) and got on our train, only to find that one of the nazis was on our train. Oh joyous and happy days! However, he left us alone since I dont think he knew we were there, and we met a load of men who were really helpful and stayed on the train for about 3 stops then left us to go the rest of the way alone. Ah well :D As it turned out, the Nazi got off at Hayes. Oh frabjousness, if i see him while out driving I'll b sure to pop a capo in his arse. I'm a musical gangsta me.
Got home, came on MSN, got comforted, went sleep. Boy wasn't that a fun trip? Well, the Jimmy bit was amazing, and on that I dwell.
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Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaast fooooooooooooooooooooorward! Tis now a week... erm.. *checks*yes, a week later, and I am arriving at the house of Sa for Helen's and Helen's conflicting parties. Helens involved:
Carrot munching:
Sexually explicit carrot muching:
Fancy looks from the ill
As well as Scrabble (which was damn close) and an observed game of Mao, before Sa and I moved across the land to Tulse Hill and the abode of Helen, where party number 2 was in full swing!
And there were:
Banana and croissant guns!!!
Schteve Guevara!
Rose's noses
HATSES!!!
Signs!
DAVES!
HOSTESSESSESSESSESSES!!!
SARAHS!!!
ASSORTED GUESTS!!!
But by far the highlight of my short stint was the Shakespearean masterpeice put on by Emmie Rose and Kirsten,which i have the entire video of, if it is wanted anywhere.
Alas, twas that i had to leave after only an hour, much as I would have loved to remain.
Night night to all, and I hope that was an acceptable catchup period :D
Chard of the House Daenerys
Playing: Ace Combat 5: Squadron Leader
Reading: A Game of Thrones - George R. R. Martin
Listening to: 'It Gets Me Through' Ozzy Osbourne
Watching: I 'unno
Annoyed with: 10 pm?!!! TIS EARLY!!!
Confused about: the shaguar
Mood: klototo
Song currently stuck in head: 'Soldier Side' and 'It Gets Me Through' - SOAD and Ozzy
Favourite Song of the Minute: 'My Friend (So Long)' - dcTalk
6 comments:
Woo. What an excellent post, more than making up for any prior emotiveness.
Lewis and the carrot...
*shudder*
What about my carrot?
Ooh, yes. Good quote. Appropriate: "If a racist hates you, it’s like a compliment. It’s like Hitler saying “we must crush David Thorpe, his ideas are dangerous to the Third Reich!” You just say “hell yeah, I pissed off Hitler!” "
hello.
A great picture of Toby and Fan. I love the way you portray the look: they're looking over there, we can't see what they're seeing... Maybe you're trying to say that Toby and Fan know something we don't.
Liking the Black Books reference there. My hair looks so much longer than it is now, cut it for cambridge interview. Meh it'll reach its former glory soon.
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