Last Weekend

I had a pretty heavy weekend last week. I was supposed to go through to York on Saturday because it was a friends birthday, but I pulled out as it would have cost a fortune. (All day in York on the Sauce, plus a return Train fair = Easily £60-£70, pah!)
So instead I went to Vivaz to see a Ska-covers band who i've seen many times before, and they are usually very good.

BIG SHOCK:

Now I read an article which said the'd got a new laed singer, fair enough I thought, these things happen. Thing is though: SHE WAS FEMALE!!!!
Now, before you all go biting my head off for being sexist, I have nothing against female singers, even in the Ska game (Selecter were quite good), but it just didn't work here i'm afraid so i left pretty much unfullfilled.

The Next Day:

Was our staff day/night out from the bar. Now we started this session at 2pm. Can't remember much, apart form singing "Stand & Deliver" by Adam & The Ants with one of our bouncers in a Karaoke pub.

Not very proud of myself, I can assure you.

Ta-ta!

Is......?

2006 any different from years 0-2005? Well, no not really.

I mean, who are they trying to kid? Say for example your T.V breaks down after a few years use, so you go to the shop to pick up a new one. However, lo-and-behold, you end up with an identical model that came with a slightly different name. What a con.

What would be intersting is if, say for example (bear with me) you woke up on Jan 1st 2007, and the sky was yellow. That'd be pretty nifty, no?

Hallelujah - 2006

O.K so i know it's about half way through January, but as you can see i've been pretty damn lazy so far this year and have yet to update the ol' blog, so here goes.

New Year:

New Year's eve was top this year. I travelled down to Bristol the day before with the litle fella in tow. Well, I thought seeing as he is over 10 months old now, it was about time he met the rest of my family, so my long-suffering Dad agreed to drive up to Scabs and also drive me back with Cameron. Now this turned out to be quite a refreshing experience for me as i'd never been on such a long journey with the wee-man before. For the better part he was very well behaved, except he kept throwing his toys down the side of the chair, then crying because they weren't in his hands anymore! (Yeah, I know, Kid logic, eh?)

Anyhoo, the general visiting of relations went quite smoothly, but I discovered several intersting things:

1) Cameron REALLY likes Old people. Especially if they are wearing wooly jumpers.

2) Red sofas + whole bottle's-worth of baby vomit = Not Good.

3) Kids are eternally amused by tupperware bowls.

New Year's Eve

So my lovely parents agreed to baby-sit Cameron on New Year's Eve, so that i could go into Bristol and get stupidly drunk. (Yeah, I know, you're all asking yourselves how i manage to be such a responsible father...!)
I met up with some friends and we all went out to a few bars before finally meeting some other friends in a small, under-ground club, which basically resembled an old smugglers celler. We all stayed there until about 1.30am, before things got REALLY intersting...

The plan was that we were all to return to my friend John's house for a massive house party, so (for no apparent reason what-so-ever) everyone decided to walk to his house, but in about thirty different groups. John and I took a very long route, so we kept getting phone-calls from our other mates (Who'd already reached the house to find nobody in) asking where we were. at this point we walked past to Scratty looking Chav lasses (Appx age 16) who asked us to buy them a drink in a bar callled Mackies. Being well-and-truely in the Christmas (and any other types) spirit we agreed, and told them to wait at a table while we went to the bar.
Now I know what you're all thinking, probably several things actually, ranging from:
"You're at it again you dirty sod!" to: "They're under-age!" or possibly: "You managed to speak to a chav without killing them?"
But, have no fear....

John and I ordered our two pints of Stella and promptly walked straight out the bar (Still carrying our pints) and set off once again for his house. A few minutes later we could faintly hear cries of "Ere, you two Di*kheads, come back 'ere, aw man!" etc etc.

He he he he he, what a jape, eh?!!!

Intersting Fact:

John had a rather novel approach regarding decorations on his tree. Amongst other things, he had: Half a red onion. Some Lego trees. A Leek.

How Christmassy, eh?