Well, another Reading Festival weekend has passed. Great fun as usual. I'm seriously jaded and massively not up for work tomorrow. As usual I found myself having such a good time with the guys that I didn't get to see as many bands as I intended. I still managed:
Little Boots
Jack Penate
Kings of Leon
The Courteeners
Ian Brown
Maximo Park
The Prodigy
Gossip
Passion pit
Vampire Weekend
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Bloc Party
Radiohead/La Roux
Crowd surfing only advisable on the smaller stages this year - bit rubbish. I piled over toward the end of The Prodigy set and had to walk a good 15 minutes to get back round again. V.annoying.
General observations - quite a few "I've just passed my A-levels and Mummy & Daddy bought me a ticket for Reading-ites" and also a few little tits (idiots, not female body parts), but generally still a good crowd and managed to miss out on any moody action which people seem to complain about every year. I'm still yet to see it. Fingers crossed it stays that way.
Anyways, I've got the blues a bit and I'm off to bed. Will get some photos up soon.
MiR
xxxx
2 things that concern me:
I went to the hospital today and, I suppose its kind of self fulfilling, but there are a lot of seriously unhealthy looking folk about. Not just the patients, the families of the patients. Overweight and pasty and kind of out of proportion. Or maybe thats just my prejudices showing through.
I saw someone with their kid on a lead on the bus. Also one of life'sinteresting places to observe people.
So, the weird cloud in my eye is blood. Some of the blood vessels have haemorrhaged but its not clear why - apparently sometimes it can happen with over exertion but I really can't think of anything. I just woke up and it was like this. So they've taken some blood just to see if there is anything that shows up. I'm sure there won't be, so they reckon it should just disperse.
Off to a pub quiz tonight. Should be cool. Better than sitting on my ass!
It could have been worse. I'm still hazy but no headache.
Right, I've got to pack for a weeks holiday. Fingers crossed I don't get flu this time ;-)
Take it easy guys :-)
No. More. SHOTS!!!
Oh my god, when will I learn?
It's not big and it's not funny.
I just looked in the mirror and my eyes are tiny. My hangover hasn't even kicked in yet. This is going to hurt.
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5.45am
Thats what the iphone taunted me with as its overly chirpy alarm tone stirred me on Thursday morning. Lucky the damn thing is expensive otherwise it would have been launched across the room. On my Birthday as well!! I had to negotiate the M.2.5 in order to get to a meeting at our head office. Boo! And to make it worse check out the fecking weather. God really is having a laugh in the UK at the moment. Summer? Bollocks.
The meeting overan and I ended up having to break a number of road traffic laws in order to do the only thing that I was looking forward to on my birthday - five-a-side football. I hasten to add its not that I am football crazy, as you know rugby is my game, Its just that I had my Birthday tea with Lou the previous night, and Sam is away, and there didn't seem much point in a bout of mideweek drinking minus all my best mates (who are dotted around the country). So footie was a highlight. By then the weather had inevitably got worse, so I was soaked thru but really enjoyed it. Men = Easily pleased. I went to bed exhausted but feeling good..........
Untilt he fecking alarm chirped up at 5.45 again today because I had forgotten to reset it. Bastard.
Off to France next week in search of warmer climes, post a Saturday night wedding reception (guest not participant) whose aftermath will surely be in play, so I need to get my stuff sorted whilst I can think properly.
On the one hand looking forward to the break. On the other i've only just caught up at work after two weeks off last month.
I've got some more to say but can't think what it is just now. Back later.
I just lost an hour of my life battling with a pop up tent. Only once I'd decidedto check the forums did I read notes like "the instructions are for a different model" and " it took me two days to put this tent down!!"
Despite not being the most patient of people (fishing - can't do it. golf - drives me insane. Inane babbling during meetings - draw frustrated looks and eventual outbursts) when it comes to something manual, I pride myself on taking the time to work out the puzzle.
Except on this occasion I just searched You Tube, because I'd come a little too close to breaking the damn thing.
Now in the first place it probably wasn't the best idea to 'throw' said tent, leading it to 'pop-up' - as the name suggests, in my front room. But I figured "how hard can it be?" Obviously the moment that sentiment entered my head I was doomed.
I got it to start flexing and twisting and ending up in a circle, as per he bag, just three times the size. So I twisted again as per instructions......and the bottom popped out from beneath and opened up again. I went through about 15 different variances on roughly the same theme before I searched out the video, by which time I had stripped off my shirt and worked up a right old bead! Monday 6am post three day bender at Reading Festival it is definitely going to cause some friction. I'll just have to prewarn the gang.
So you can see the tent, the stage that I kep getting stuck at and finally the finished article packed up an hour later. The video shows it nice and simply but I can personally vouch that there is absolutely nothing intuitive about it.
Thanks to the video dude - I definitely would not have done it without you.
I watched 7 Pounds last night. I actually held back some tears at the end. I thought it was a good film - not because it was amazingly well written or filmed, or because it was the best acting, but I liked it because I'm a sucker for good people and a bit of romance, even if it is tinged with a sad ending. And if it makes me cry then its got to me and not many films do that.
Rosario Dawson is also hot.
Just gaffled 4 vegetarian sausages.Not half bad with a bit of chilli relish.
Also a good ratio of carbs to protein.
Back at the ranch - on my todd for the week as Sam is away.
I think a cup of cha is calling.
loving this album at the moment - Great single below, but Love Long Distance is my favourite on the album- even if there is more than a littletinge of Marvin Gaye ;-)
I've been giving it some thought, and in many ways, living with my mate is soooo much easier than living with a partner. I;m not sure if that is quite rare or if it is just normal. We don't argue, there is someone to chat with, we have the same interests, cooking is for one, cleaning is done but in sort of adhoc but regular way - when we have the time - with no expectations of the other doing anything, because I know that they will. One of Sam's mates came up last weekend and he said...."how long is it you two have been married now?" and its not far from the truth (4.5 years sharing a house incidentally) except it seems a bit more harmonious. No jealousy. The worst anger i feel is for when my washing is dumped on top of the machine rather than hung up - but then I do the same sometimes, its not always feasible to take the time to hang stuff up when the only intent was to slap some washing in the machine, and turn it on, just before I leave for work.
Lou, to make a contrast, can't leave a plate in the front room overnight, or a pile of clothes (clean and folded I might add) on the table. I only do these things because i am rushing about anyway, but the stress of trying to keep on top of it all of the time is just not worth it for me. I'd rather make sure I had extra gym time, or managed to get four jobs done when there was only space for 3, or went to bed when i started to yawn rather than wake myself up doing the washing up. It can always wait until the morning. Its not hurting anyone.
In contrast again, my other recent housemate did stress me out, becuase he used to wash up some of his own stuff, but rarely anything of anyone else, and then there was just the stupid litle things, like leaving empty juice cartons on the worksurface when the bin needs emptying, until there was a little collection (used to see how much would accumulate before he would realise and empty it). or mugs half full of tea everywhere. and my personal bugbear - piling plates that still have food on them into the sink - scrape it off in the bin for god's sake. I don't get it.
Or maybe I've just got used to my routine, and I would do that with whoever I lived with if we got on well, because its more about respect, consideration and empathy than whether you are tidy or not. I would feel quilty if i didn't pull my weight, so I make sure I do.
That does fall down a bit though, because there is still a bit of the child in me. Leave me to do something and it will get done. Tell me to do something, especially if it is something I am aware of and will certainly get round to doing, just gets my back up and makes me not want to do it. A little bit of me says "they have to sayit because they think you don't realise" and that lack of understanding of me and who I am makes me mad and stubborn. or maybe it just reminds me of my parents.
I'm not the world's tidiest boy, and I can be inclined to sit around when I am knackered, but I can empathise and I will always pull my weight.
At some point - I'm going to have a culture shock coming. Everyone has different habits, but its going to take a bit of time to balance.
Either that or i'll still be living with Sam after we both get divorced and are in our fifties.
