The Three-Day Weekend...

Well that was a busy old three-day weekend. What's that? You didn't know I had a three-day weekend? Well sit up straight while I tell you mostly about it...

I've just discovered why they don't let you walk around with drinks in libraries and book shops. I just dropped my cup of coffee on my copy of The Game of Thrones. PLEASE DRY OUT OKAY GOD OF BOOK DRYING!

Friday, the first day, I spent mostly at home, cleaning, shopping. I went to the post depo to pick up Red's parcel, and that was about it, until the evening, when I donned my Angry Bird Hat (so warm), and ventured to the Big End for Lady Kate's Halloween Party. There was so much food, and it was good to catch up with the home friends for a short while. Lady Kate is an actual feeder, i.e. when I wasn't eating something she physically rapped my face with food. There's an image for you. I was quite shattered as well and I took a couple of short naps in the dark living room with a CD that kept playing Women's Screams every 5mins. Either way, it was soon time to go home and I stayed at Mom and Dad's. 

The next morning I was up early, apparently - although I wouldn't say 8am was early anymore. Despite going to bed at 1am. I went food shopping with Mum, and she bought me and Pill some things as she thinks we're still students and require that extra food. Then we woke up Ben and went suit shopping, to which I spent "£*£$)O*U and the tailor himself congratulated me on my weight loss, but sided with my Mother when we said that my former suit was too larger because of it. I'm so inconsiderate. I met HB after her work, and we went, into the storm along the train tracks, picking Cherry up on the way and homeward again, where everyone was gathering. 

Nearly an hour and a bit later, we were all looking Sexy as Fuck and hit Cardiff Bridge with the rest of Cardiff to witness the Fireworks in the Park, to which we all huddled and sheltered ourselves from the cold, wind, and rain, until it got a bit much. Then town beckoned. We bumped into Smeccles in Le Lake Poob and Red was somewhat abducted by a slimy individual and then we had to disperse. The night was not yet morning when half the group decided that they couldn't walk any more, and the other half, spurred on my Tag went to Revs, but upstairs Revs. It was weird, creepy, and Cherry had a freak-out. Alcohol, oy-vey. I was concerned that we had lost Red at one point, and I sent Cherry after her. Soz guys, my bad. And then Midnight dawned and the tiara was placed upon the head. It's Red's Birthday (YAY!). Cherry got Sambucca (everytime?!), and Red and I slow danced to Nicki Minaj, or so I'm told. 

We soon left as the club got a bit pushy, and realised we could have been downstairs most of the time. Chili Shots yo! I carried Red to mine, and we all slept, more or less, well. Until the morning, and Tag's Mango Chundering. Which then Tag, Red, and I went for a walk around Bute Park before Breakfast, and he painted the Park a bit. Presents were opening in my Bedroom, Breakfast in Spoons, before a lazy day of cleaning, and gaming, and then Pizza Express for Red's Birthday Meal. 

I had a lovely time, all things considered. Happy Birthday Red...

Carpe diem...

And I Will Always Be With You...

As nothing much happened to me yesterday apart from the contraction of a Cold, I'll tell you about my weekend as a whole...

Saturday I worked, though, and don't you love it when you have plans that make you forget that you worked that day? I know I do. Tag, Cherry, and I found ourselves travelling to Red's for a movie night. We crept into her building behind someone with a Pram, Tag helped them through the door with it (a quick whack over the back of the head and they were using the buggie as a wheelchair), and we ascended in the lift wondering why all the signs were scratched out and nothing else...

We rang the bell (and Tag did his Milhouse gag) and Red answered with a vast amount of enthusiasm and amusement at the gag (#sarcychick) and we sat, discussing days, and then food. The telly was on, and I had no idea what the program was, but then New Girl came on and I knew what that was (it's been almost a year since I had television)...

We settled on Pizza, and Tag and I were nominated to get more drink (crisps and cookies too, though I wasn't told to get those). We returned, and then the pizza guy arrived and we had to get that too - he was a really nice chap actually. And then the movie fun could begin - The Internship and This Is The End. Both were really good films. 

The Internship was a typical American Comedy/Drama/Romance film (i.e. it had a happy ending), and I enjoyed it. Especially the Bearded Google Search Programmer (BGSP = GOD) who turned out to be a badass in the end - I knew it was coming. (STP means soo many things, I just Googled it)...

This Is The End was something else. Wonderfully entertaining, and everyone was type-cast (as always) with Seth Rogan and Jay-whatever-Baruchel being the unlikely heroes, James Franco being the eye-candy, Craig (Kreg) Robinson being Craig Robinson, Danny McBride being the dick, and Jonah Hill being penetrated by a demon dick. You know, the usual. Also a Channing Tatum cameo that can't be missed.

After that we played a game of Fuck You, which would be far better with more drinks, and went our different ways at 1am. All-in-all, a very successful evening. And, I completely forgot I had worked that day. A plus in anyone's book I'm sure. 

Kodaline have made a second music video - that follows from the first - for the same song 'All I Want'. It's a bit odd, I don't know why, apart from extra coverage. Both videos could be seen as stand alones, though Part 2 has a lot of references to part one.

Part 1:

Part 2:

Today I work until 8:30 and I'm going purchase plenty of Cold Relief, Vitamins, and Fruit, ain't nothing gonna drag me down...

Carpe diem...

I Surrender To The Strawberry Ice Cream...

It's nice to remember specific scenes of your life from a single song lyric...

Like, Friday I bought Saints Row 4, and now it's Monday again. WTF?! Okay, I'm over-exaggerating, but I remember why I started waking up at midday and shit like that now, because I wasn't going to bed until 2-3-4am. It's good to get back into Video Games again, before I have to change consoles to keep up with modern trends...

In actual fact I went on my ever increasingly sparse visits to the Parental Home on Saturday, catching the train wonderfully early in the morning, to be there for 9:30am. And then I spent a large majority of the morning chatting, catching up, making Rice Salad for my mother's 'friend' whose birthday it was that evening. And then we sat down and watched Saturday Kitchen, followed by the F1 Qualifying. Having no where else to go, I sat and watched too. And after that, everyone else either left the room or the house, leaving me by myself with nothing on the telly. And they complain when I'm not there, I turn up do a few things for them, and then they all bugger off! Seriously guys, I was kinda bored. Step it up next time.

Either way, I returned home catching the same train as my sister and her friends, and departed at the station. I was going to meet Red, and then going to have some dinner. Bangers and Mash, Boom Baby! We hungout a bit, chatting, watching the end of an anime series Pill and DarkHorse had been watching, and then the Impossible Game happened. And if you haven't see it already, Red had a go too:

...the sheer frustration on her face, bless. But that FUUUCK really does make the video...

I walked Red to the other side of town and walked back, returning to Saints 4. It's wonderfully good fun. Tentacle Swords, Dubstep Guns, and the Movie References, all make for brilliant laughs and I shan't spoil anything for you, except one line a dying man screamed while I was trying to save the planet from aliens...

Oh God! Tell my wife, I had another wife...

Sunday was mostly spent on the xbox, though once Pill and DarkHorse returned we dinned on cockles and spaghetti and watched the Pirates films, it was a wonderfully lazy, lazy day - and it didn't even rain like it was meant too. And now my washing all smells crap because I dried it indoors. Next weekend I shan't sit around all day, Red brought up the topic of exploring, and it got me urging for more walking around the place. I've got a coat, no weather gonna stop me, and when I return, Saints will be waiting for me...

But first I've got a whole other week to go. About Time on Wednesday, maybe. And Mother made me weigh myself I'm at 17st 10.5lbs (which is still a shocking number, but when you think I started out the year on somewhere closer to 23st, is far more impressive). 

I've also realised that when I'm alone (i.e. when I know no one's coming back here to say 'hi') I'm far more productive than when someone's here. Although, as discussed at length, when I'm alone, I'd be alone - and I think that's something we discovered in First Year. I'm going to have to learn to handle that I reckon.

Sunday's rain appears to be here and now on Monday morning, so please don't mind me as I get soaked on the way to work...

Carpe diem...

The EPIC Weekend...

It has been one EPIC weekend, and I mean that in the most awesome way possible. I would tag this as the most EPIC weekend, in fact, few days, I have ever had - and I've been to Disneyland and Venice (both very different experiences)...

Let me elaborate if you will. Thursday morning, I woke with a start, the excitement, the frozen toes, and very much the stiff back from sleeping on the floor of Tag and Cherry's Living Room for approximately 2-3 hours (not very comfortable = not very much sleep). I leapt out of bed, checking that no one was coming with me, and skillfully, and very stealthily climbed the stairs (like a panther), and then creepily opened Tag and Cherry's door to bound on them like a child at Christmas - although I'm sure it looked more like Gollum finding the Ring. Either way, we were all woken, presents were opened (as it was Tag's Birthday - YAY!) and we were on our way, 30 mins later than we thought we would be...

And then came the first blip. HB needed fuel, and once fuel was taken, Ducky and Pill wanted food, and then they had all forgotten the snacks in the house. Either way, it put those of us in the Fun-Ve, in a very poor mood with the others. We drove home and then back, storming onto the motorway (because Speed Limits are for Losers), rocking out to the Playlist - a roster of music so great and powerful, only the legendary dare listen and rock out to it for no less than 6 straight hours. And we did just that, over two car journeys. I gave HB directions like my father would normally do, they make sense to us - cross the bridge and turn north, pass Birmingham and follow the signs. Simple? The race was on. We were minutes behind one another, but the Fun-Ve won!

And then the wonders beheld us, queuing, queuing, and queuing (Monorail! - has that joke been done?), for the entrance to Alton Towers, before we got the car in, before we got to the park, before we could get into the park, before we got on any of the rides. Now, I know we're British and know how to queue, but bloody hell, the waiting time for almost all of the big rides was more than an hour, and we only had 6 hours there, there wasn't enough time!

Pill said to me afterwards that if we did it again, he would like to stay somewhere locally and do it over a weekend. Seems legit...

Anywho, I managed to go on some Teacups, I followed my fearless leader into the fray of the Ripsaw (that was fun), killed some zombies with Cherry and Red, we all got a bit wet (though half the group noped-out), had some fish and chips, kept Red company and Flume, Flumed while we waited for the others to finish Nemesis, and then we Sonic Pinballed and waited on the lawns of the beautiful estate before spending an hour and a half in the car park before the next three hours home...

We stopped in a service station just outside Cardiff to swap cars, and Tag and I helped an old, frail man with a sense of humour. I felt good about myself, and believe it or not - I had one hell of a good time. Happy Birthday Tag! I hope it was a special day for you.

And that was just day 1. Day 2, involved a bit more of the normal life. Pill and I went food shopping. I exercised (you were curious as to what I did Red - here's the instructions), and then sat down for xbox updating (Pill was furious), and then decided to go out with Tag, Cherry, and Red again...we were much quieter this time, but we wanted to spend money - or that was the plan. I'm not a very good shopper it turns out. And then we bounced from bar to bar, trying to find 2-4-1 Cocktails, until a resounding yes was had for a Harvester suggestion. I didn't like the waiter, but the food was alright (free salad yo!). We parted ways early for Day 3 was dawning on us, and sleep was a rarity. 

Day 3, or Cardiff Comic Con arrived and I think we all managed mornings particularly well. I don't think anyone complained about being awake early or anything. We were all just excited to dress-up in sexy outfits and strut around town (yes, even I can do sexy apparently - I got checked out by three women and a man, none of whom I particularly found an attraction too but it was nice all the same). I was a little disappointed that there weren't many more photos of the entire group (or just the four of us) but hey, what you gonna do? Slow mo walks, and poses with Cardiff Monuments would have been awesome too, also hump-dancing. But it was Comic Con, I showed a bit of geek, but ultimately I didn't understand most of it. The Hobbit panel was my thing, the thing I really wanted to see, and I'm glad we could. Red Dwarf was funny, as it probably should have been, and I didn't really follow the Doctor Who one, I only knew K-9... 

Unfortunately, as stated earlier, shopping's not really my thing, so I only managed to buy one physical thing, a Portal Turret! (and I paid for Tag, Cherry, Red and I to get our portrait's done - that took forever, though I hope it looks awesome when we get it). We did hang around about an hour too long, but I wanted to find something and go 'ooo I need it now!' which I didn't. Oh well. We then all went to the pub, ate, walked Red home, then Tag and Cherry, and HB left on her own accord.

Today, Day 4, is going to be the day of rest. I plan on writing and reading mainly. Though best laid plans and all that. I don't think I need as much sleep as the rest of you. And some part of me silently hopes that Revs de Cuba might be on the cards for actual cocktails and a restful afternoon, napping, perhaps a four-way spooning session? - though I know it won't be. I've spent lots of money, lived a little, and had the best weekend so far. 

Thank You!

Carpe diem...

What To Talk About...

I sat here for a while (a wh-aisle) and wondered what I was going to write for you guys today. I could, obviously go into how my day was yesterday, but apart from daily commitments, leftovers, and What To Expect When You're Expecting, nothing much happened to me. 

FYI: What To Expect When You're Expecting isn't really that good, despite the all star cast. I suppose I went into it thinking it was a RomCom (which Netflix wanted me to believe) but soon discovered it was a RomWidABitOrfCom...

I'm not even sure what I ate last night. I know it was Indian, but I'm not sure what sort of curry it was or anything (I'm not an Indian Cuisine connoisseur). I boiled some rice to go with it, and ate it nonetheless though. Ah, to throw myself blindly into a foodie adventure, unknown tastes and smells, all accumulating in the forefront of my taste buds.

I've not written much, if at all, this week. And I doubt the real-world fiction gift wrapped itself with a nice ribbon on top while I was away. I know the police are going to get involved and there's going to be some minor to major peril involving either a knife or a gun, but I don't really want to introduce it. Though, if I don't the story won't get that epic bit you get at the end of awesome songs (you know the one that I mean).

Speaking of songs, Red (okay, I talk about you a bit), twatted another beauty last night (Playlist?) - and it also reminded me of a Nanalew video:

So yeah, that happened. I don't think I've woken up before a wished that it was Monday before - an odd one I know, but let me reason with you - if it was Monday, it would be A. another short day for me due to a bank holiday, and B. one day closer to 4-Day Weekend of Awesome. I think its safe to say I'm getting a tad excited, sort of like going on holiday with all your mates at once.

I admit we haven't done the roadtrips and the travelling that I had first envisaged for the summer, but it's been nice. We've hungout, sometimes in the open air, eaten too much pizza, frolicked and played, and most of the time had work. Next summer perhaps we should all just book a week off for roadtripping and things - perhaps around the solstice for the Stonehenge Sunrise (perhaps I'll get a car, and a camera, and things like that). I might have moved by then too. This is all after our holiday in Spring next year of course. I don't mind where, as long as its abroad; exploring, partying, living a little...

A lot can happen in a year, but I remain positive in the understanding that we all have to know each other until The Returned returns...

Carpe diem...

Pillow Fight?...

The other night we went to see Kickass 2. Good shout Red, good shout. I enjoyed the film very muchly, unlike Tag who said it wasn't no Kickass 1...

Oh well. I'm waiting for the Gas Man, so I'll tell you everything of my week so far, since you haven't heard from me since Wednesday. After the film we Chicken House'd it up. (BBQ Wrap all the way yo!) And mingled and bantered until returning to Gloria for our sleeping belongings. Red got stuck in my Sleeping Bag Bag, and hilarity ensued. Unlike our norm of parting ways on a Wednesday we made camp in Red's flat, and watched YouTube, chatted, and midair humped until the early hours. It was nice. I could have stayed awake much longer though. Her flat be warm. I no need a sleeping bag next time I think. 

I have officially been naked in everyone's kitchens now (Achievement Unlocked: Footprints in the Butter)...

And the next day, after laughing a bit more at Red's fridge, its a lovely fridge, there's just nothing in it, we went for breakfast in town. Now I am all over that. Pill and I used to go to breakfast in town back in Carms all the time. Italigo do a Full English with Free Refills for £4.99. My boss went there the other day and complemented them to me. It's not just me. Harvester do all-you-can-eat breakfast don't they?

Anyway, we went to Spoons (The Gatekeeper - are you the Keymaster?) and ate our fill. I had far too much breakfast. A large one is two of everything. And that's too much - look at me being all grown up and thinner. Red thinks she can out eat me, and I'm worried in my current state that she actually might be able to...

Oh well, neither of us will find out until we have money to go out and test the foodie places or the takeaways again. It's probably best for our waistlines anyway, even though we're both occasionally wearing what eleven-year-old us' wore (weird).

Either way, I had to go do some daily commitments, and I ran into Red on the way home too, and we discussed our days (2 new iPhones you say?), and upon returning home I cleaned, washed, and exercised before sitting down to watch Transformers: Dark of the Moon. That is a long film for the plot. Good Lord! If you sped up all the slow-mo bits I'm sure it would go from 2.5 hours to 1.25. But Optimus is always my favourite part of transformers (he's got an arm off!) - he's like the Vin Diesel of the Autobots. I almost napped again during the movie, but fought off the urge.

And today, I'm still waiting for a Gas Man, and due to being unable to get a haircut yesterday, I'm going to try today instead/as well (short back and sides anyone? I've never done it before I don't think). And after that, it gets even better! The others are coming to hangout at mine. Write-a-thon perhaps, though I'm not sure what Red will think of it. Or, if its dry, which is might be, Frisbee down the park? Simba's looking at me longingly. And I don't think that it's that we see too much of each other, I think its that we're running out of things to do. We need to find something new every now and then. Perhaps an adventure by ourselves sometime (and Alton Towers doesn't count)...

Who knows. Just one week to go before an EPIC weekend. I'm getting tingles...

Carpe diem...

I Wanked Off An Elbow...

Where do I begin? Ah yes...Concerning Hobbits...Hobbits have been living and farming in the four farthings of the Shire for...wait a minute! This isn't my weekend (yet).

So Friday happened, and then it was followed by Saturday and Sunday (too vague?). Time to elaborate, although you may find some details already present on Red's blog, so blah.

Daily commitments over, I march out into town waiting for Red, as per plan to go home, get ready, go out. Instead I received a text informing me that they had already gone out. I went home got changed and headed straight out again, and back to the Queen's Vaults, whereby I had to go get some money from the hole in the wall due to lack of card taking abilities at the Vaults (make a note of that). Anyway, we proceeded to drink and make merry, dividing into smaller groups for talking. Tag, Red, and I were such a group, and because I arrived late to the shindig I was very behind on the drunk scale. I tried to catch up and upon leaving the pub I was only a pint behind everyone else, but I had spent half the time there. We frolicked and played in the pub, talking about odd topics and everything. Tag snogged me, and in an attempt to save Red from the awks we fondled her carelessly making it as uncomfortable as it could be. Then the handshakes happened, and a comment about a Bean that didn't go down too well. But onwards to the Bunkhouse! It was nice, there weren't any bed seats free though, but instead I stood and watched 300 for a while, and got a pint bought for me. Red led me, Tag and Cherry by the hand to Copa where shots and bombs were provided. Tag smashed something and we left. I lifted both Red and Cherry (Red has some strong thighs), and I flashed Red's arse at a few smokers outside Boroco (Lesbians). Then back to Bunkhouse where Cherry was denied entry for being too drunk, and then to the Borough where I smashed a couple of things, drank too much, missed a conversation about everyone going to the cinema to watch Wolverine on Thursday (did anyone else here about that?), and I somewhat banished the demons from within me in the basement loos of the Borough. Then I found a bench, slept for a short while, got shouted at by Pill a bit, carried Red a while, picked up a Road Closed sign, and went home. And that was Friday Night...

Saturday dawned, and I woke, in my bed, with Friday Night top on, wearing sunglasses, and feeling somewhat ill. Water provided, I had the rockstar life without the track-marks and I don't think I'd change a thing, except maybe food first next time. It was a brilliantly fun night out, and maybe some dancing next time. Missoula Saturday night? Anyway, Saturday came and instead of wallowing in selfpity and hangovers I went to walk it off with Red and Cherry before work, MaccyD's y'all! And enjoyed the company, hydrating, and laughing (we are friends!) Unfortunately they had to go to work so I walked them there, providing tasty beverages, and met up with DarkHorse and HB. Shopping was had, and they found a shirt for me to wear for Comic-Con (all I need are some boots now. My monies pocket hurts!). But then I thought HB was going home, but instead invited herself for dinner. We bought a few foody things, and returned home. Now, I don't know if any of you guys get this (and I imagine you do occasionally) but its the restless thing I get, but in reverse. I want you to leave, and not, I want to leave. I know there's somewhere for you to be, so go. I got that about HB on Saturday. Instead of making dinner, that was left to Pill while she watched Netflix on my xbox. DarkHorse read a while and I tried to make myself busy, but it was a 'be a host' type feeling. But that was useless. Then my mother guilt tripped me into drinking again, so after dinner I made to leave, but HB insisted I waited for her and walk her to the station. I did graciously. I met Mum and she made me steal from the club, and I ran home where Pill greeted me with the Game of Thrones board game.

Sunday came, and I tidied a bit, and then went for lunch with Pill, DarkHorse, and Red. Then I had an afternoon of historical drama with DarkHorse and then Date Night happened. Peter Capaldi is a good Doctor, and I love him as Malcolm Tucker in Thick Of It. And then we watched The Conjuring, a not scary film, and not the thing nightmares have nightmares about. And then to encourage us for more scares we watched Dark Skies, which did give me a chill or two, namely the silent scream. That was horrible. We all laughed at Red for her 'Black Family' attitude and screams at sponsors. But so far frightening Date Night hasn't happened since V/H/S. Found Footage next time? Bedtime came and Red and I stayed up talking well into the morning about this and that and all the while I bathed in the insecurities of others across the line. I refreshed her memory about the Lounge Slut, the Kitchen Wench, and the Toilet Harlot. We laughed and cried and went home.

...fuckitybye!...

Monday morning came, and I crept, like a ninja, through Tag and Cherry's house waking everyone with my actions, and especially the cat. I walked to work in the pouring rain, and got soaked through. Although the day was made better by good sales and a Brady.

All in all a good weekend was had (well, Saturday not so much). And more plans beckon on the horizon. DarkHorse summons us all to her home town this Saturday, after which we might hit more of Cardiff town, who knows. Wolverine Thursday? Seriously, who else heard those plans being made? Which also explains why HB insisted she might come over on Thursday despite everyone having work. Why Thursday? And the Bay Beach is there until 1st September, and I'm waiting for the Sun to come back. I've got tomorrow off, I wonder if it'll be pleasant.

Pill's going away for almost a week as of Friday if any of you want to do anything. But until then, tidying, hobbies, and a good life to you all...

Carpe diem...

AWESOME FUN!...

Let's face it, I've had some pretty fun weekends, but last weekend took all the biscuits, ate all the pies, and generally stomped on that belief that life couldn't get much better...

And do you know why? Because I did something new, and I enjoy doing somethings new. I enjoy them very much, although there is the risk of disliking the new thing. For instance, I don't like high board diving, I've done it, and I don't like it - or falling in general for that matter. But last weekend, we the special chosen ones, ventured to the oldest pub in the Diff and sat in a stuffy upstairs room, paid to be there, and viewed a lovely acoustic concert put on just for us. 

We were mainly there to cheer on Cherry's Friend's Boyfriend, which we did. And then, as the evening went on, other bands started to appear, like wild pokemon, and entertain the hell out of us. If only there was a large room for dancing and not upsetting the band with your poor dance moves. Oh well. 

So we heard from Jack Barnett, Firewood Island, and Old Colours and they were all very very good. Tag and Cherry had to leave for a train about half way through though. But that left the drunk pair Red and I to enjoy the rest of the gig, and to then see another gig downstairs, wander over to Live Lounge for a dance, complain about the size of the bag she was carrying, contemplate seeing her boss in Pulse, walking to the Bay, getting Subway, trying to get into a rave tent, and then sitting in the moonlight getting blown about by a nice sea breeze. It was a good night out, and you don't get many nights out that start with a gig, so I'd be more than willing to try that again. 

I want to go proper dancing and clubbing again, but not in the crappy clubs. Payday is next week, possibilities and all that jazz!

Then on the Sunday, instead of Date Night, I had a shift that lasted 12hours until I was sent home purely because I had work in the morning. 2am is a funny time to be getting back from work, to say the least.

And Pill loved his present from me, and is now planning a Friday night in with Rocket Joes pizza (look it up), drink, and the Game of Thrones board game. Just to warn you.

The World's End is happening tomorrow, and I can't bloody wait. I'm sure it's been ages since Hot Fuzz, we need another cornetto, and I want to relive watching a WrightPeggFrost movie in the cinema, and rekindle some childhood memories (I'm not that old!)

Day off tomorrow, endless uncertainties to come. Bring it on... (Amandi!)

Carpe diem...

Lympic Sun, Biches!...

It's now Tuesday, my day off, the day I was meant to be doing very little, the day I was perhapsly going to view Fast 5 and 6 consecutively after I had helped Tag in the garden. But no, today is Tuesday, 9th July and it's Mum's Birthday...

I sent the majority of the weekend, away from home, at either Ponty or the Big End, so it was a bit of a relief to sleep in my own bed last night. After my Sunday Commitments (not religion), I dashed to the meeting place, after being bombarded in the Office with the rest of the work crew, watching the Wimbledon Final. That was fun, air conditioning and tennis. However, I was late, and the iPlayer was delayed. 

Either way, I met with Tag, Cherry, and Red, and we ventured to their homestead and lounged in the garden listening to countless good songs, and drank a little. Cherry slaved over the cooker to make us a fine meal of Bolognese, and we ate in relative silence (and that's a sign of good food). Top Gear was cancelled or something, and replaced in favour of Wimbledon Doubles, something not many people watch. But the hour later involved the Returned. That show be good. The room we sat in got really really hot, and I slept there. The next day I returned (see what I did there?) to my daily commitments, and upon returning home,  I got to see Pill for the first time in a week or so, and his magicing friends from Big End. I was really concerned that I might know the pair, as I was a part of the Big End nerd community for a while. Thankfully, I didn't know them, and set about making myself scarce, weeding, watering, and cooking (in that order). 

They finished eventually and I got Pill to sign Red's passport documents (we going somewhere soon biches!) and he went to bed. I did a few more chores, and here I am. It's 9:30am or so here, sat on the parental sofa, in a warm house, waiting to go to the Gower for the day. I hate beaches, but it's Mum's Birthday.

My Father just walked into the room and looked at me, I said 'Hi' and he said (entirely to himself, but audible) 'Good, that sorts that one out, I need to put some shorts on and water, a little.' I should add, he was completely clothed.

I don't like getting treated like a child, and apparently this house is a house of resentment. My brother and sister are already bickering, my father is quietly sat at his computer, and mum just asked when we were going anywhere. I thought this was your idea? I was just expecting to take her to lunch at Jamie's or something, like she suggested I do on Saturday when I was here last.

I've got a busy week coming up, and I don't think I'll see Pill very much again. He goes to Plymy on the weekend for a week. And Wednesday we've got Date Night (every Wednesday and Sunday?), Thursday Clareg's trying to arrange drinks with an old friend of ours The Bennett (he's far too handsome, successful, and bonkers for you guys to meet him, I'd get jealous), Friday I'm away to Slen's for a quiz, you should see my topic - it's a good one, and Sunday my Aunt and Uncle are in town. When will I get to see that Food and Drink Festival down the Bay?! Saturday perhaps? What say you guys?

I hate the beach. I much prefer Bute Park.

Carpe diem...

Indecisiveness Almost Kills...

Thankfully, due to my ruggedly handsome and superbly brilliant physique it was only 'almost' and not 'actually'...

You may remember how upbeat and fantastically ready for Friday I was, well it happened and I didn't lose a single ounce of that positivity, which was great! (and marvelously annoying for the Work Crew). Having only packed a shirt for hitting a pub or bar after daily commitments, I thought I was ready, however, upon trying to get anyone to do anything I was casually noped out to a quiet evening.

As the day continued Cherry popped to see me, and arranged an evening (the only problem being my lack of overnight bag). Within my half our break I managed to run home and back, and catch the final point in a Wimbledon Semi-Final (hehe, semi...). Which, as it turns out is just over a mile. I ran 2 miles, in under half an hour, and managed to pack a bag! I'm chuffed with myself, even though no one believed I would do it, or actually did it. 

Anyhow, trains were caught, and getting changed in a train toilet is a tricky thing in 20 degree heat and with, quite frankly, appalling conditions, even for a dog to go toilet. And there I was, with the Swingers, sipping cider and eating pie in a very nice pub. I enjoyed myself, sharing onyon rengs with Red because the other two don't like onyons. Talking shit, and that's literal verbal diarrhea, and generally having fun, until V/H/S/2.

And what a load of balls that was. The Americans big up far too much shit. You've been disappointing me a lot recently America, get your act together and get a job! It was even too late to redeem the evening by watching another movie, so we consoled each other and went to bed.

The next morning, I caught the train to Big End, and spent the day doing Gardening that I didn't want to do, mainly because I was told to do it, and mainly because it wasn't gardening, it was tidying the Garden. Washing was done, Mother wanted to wash everything I own, because she still thinks I'm a poor student, and I ate lasagna, before the entire Famile ventured over to Clareg's to celebrate his graduation/birthday. BBQ was had, sunshine, ciders, witty banter, and I got to show everyone how intolerant of somepeople I can be. It's okay, I was in a house of blonde-haired and blue-eyed people. We can talk about the less fortunate when they're not around (riight?). 

Either way the evening came to an end, we all went to bed. I was forced to sleep at home. Which is something of a rarity, in the box room, which boils you when it's warm, and which my head and feet can touch either wall when I lay down, and which has a bed the equivalent to sleeping on a hard floor. Needless to say, I don't want to be doing that again. I don't think my shoulders could take it. 

And now I'm home again, which came as a great shock to my father, as he had hoped to fly helicopters and plant pumpkins with me today. And that would have been very nice, however I have daily commitments. He still insists that no body told him, though he is rather deaf. 

Oh well, after daily commitments today, and missing the Wimbledon Final (come on Murray!), I shall be whisked back away to Ponty by Tag, to eat well and watch gripping television. It sounds like a good Sunday. And do you know what? The sun's out, A-gain!

Boom! Carpe diem...

The Loving Smile Implanted On The Memory...

Here comes the Sun...

It's a beautiful day outside, everything is okay and alright...

Lovely day, lovely day, LOVE-ly day...

Daily commitments over and done with, today will be my second Friday of the week. The weekend starts now, as it were in 9 hours time. And as such, I think I've got most things planned. Go to Big End to see La Famile a Clareg's tomorrow, return for daily commitments on Sunday only to travel to Ponty for a big of Bolognese with the Returned - how's that for a slice of fried gold?

All the while the Sun is actually set to get hotter, and possibly hit the 30 mark. Do we dare to dream? The parks will be littered with the bodies of the recently sizzled, the pubs will be surrounded by the sozzled, and the shops will, quite frankly be empty due to the first two reasons.

Oh, and not only that, but I'll probably miss the Wimbledon Final on Sunday, due to said daily commitments.

I miss gardening, one of my potted plants drowned the other day. Apparently, when my mother planted them up she forgot to put drainage holes in the bottom of one of the trugs, so now one of them look far worse than the other. Which is a pity, I hope you'll agree.

Pill and DarkHorse are away again this weekend, back to the Shire with them, visiting friends. Thankfully, this time, I have daily commitments to see me through the inevitable madness that I would surely befall, and thusly yourselves, due to being my readership.

Speaking of readership, I really want to get my short story finished and edited and proofread and all that jazz. Who knows. Who would read it I wonder. Is the time of fantasy-timey (IT'S NOT A TIME PERIOD!) crime drama over?

I don't think so, as long as there are still dreamers in the world. Although, I am wondering where the hell I'm going with this. 

I picked up a free magazine the other day, all about the latest cameras and the best deals. I'm thinking, perhaps I should save up. Or perhaps I should become a better photographer first. 

Red has given me her passport documents for my Father to sign, it's useful having a member of the British Empire in the immediate family, it gets you all kind of perks - namely being able to lord over the lower classes and get your passport signed and shizz. Useful no? Either way, potential holiday in the mix.

I think I miss Pokemon, which is an odd thing to say after just watching Luther (Oh Idris Elba, your voice is heavenly - POWAR, to You)

So yes, sun. I might be in my garden this evening if anyone wants to join me, bring a book and a snack and we'll stargaze like there's no tomorrow! Or I've got this urge to dance in the late afternoon light, hmm. (Alright, gay!)

Drinks?

Carpe diem...

It's a beautiful day outside,

Everything is okay and alright.

Your smile is a vast contrast from the things we said last night. (oh, last night)

Why did I say that line?

If I shut my mouth, we'd be fine.

I've got perfect hindsight in the daytime,

I'm starting to see that

In a perfect situation, I'd be doing things much differently.

And I just thought, thought you should know,

I'm sittin' by myself, but I'm never alone.

In fact, I'm making myself heard,

I've found something louder than words.

A Cat To The Face...

The weekend that was began on Friday, at the most heavenly hour of 4pm. I having done my daily tasks between the hours of 8am-4pm, I skipped merrily on my way bumping into my father who had been wandering into the store.

After a quick catch-up, we passed the time of day, biodiversity week, and the weather (among other father/son topics), and bowed ourselves a goodbye, I flew into action, rushing home to change, for the plans were erupting about me.

I met Red in town, well after gathering wood, wine, and train tickets, and a splendid adventure west was had when we met up with Cherry. We raced to the station (my way still makes more sense), and boarded the train, without it being too crowded. I was pleasantly surprised, and we only used the tickets to pass the barriers.

Once in Out-Of-Town we set about greeting the cat and Tag, and then it was straight to the garden for some well deserved barbe-relax-fucking-drink-cue, and my was it needed. The men burnt my log for the ladies, the food was half frozen, but microwaves solve problems, and tasty deliciousness and all-round drunkenness (after the men reclaimed some alcohol from a nearby provider) ensued, before the inevitable foreplay-orgy-bit.

Upon waking the next morning, the sunshine welcomed hangovers and showers, and I don't think I've ever smelt so bad in my life. I couldn't even imagine it, sorry guys. I made Red buy me a train ticket, and away we went back to the Diff to prepare for the events of the day. Turns out HSBC aren't the world's local bank to everywhere...

As I showered, I recapped and cleaned because I knew the house was going to be receiving guests in the form of HB and Ducky. Cleaning was easy because Pill was out and about. I left before he returned, but not before the plans for the evening had changed.

I met Tag and Cherry in town, and we wandered about finding different picnic supplies, and gathered Tag an eye appointment and some contact-lenses. We had Wow Bar Sammiches (I had one called a Steakwich. Picture, if you will, finely cut steak, with cheese, onions, toasted bread, and some lettuce). We met up with Red again and waited patiently, in the roasting sunshine, for Wodge and Dingle-all-the-way (but Dingle for short). I should mention at this point that we picnicked on the lawns of the Castle, which is quite an awesome thing to do, if you think about it. It was just a pity about all the litter that was left there by the general public.

We wandered around Bute Park for a short while before realising times and lateness, and ventured back into town for the restaurant experience that was Ask. We waited a while for Wodge and Dingle, who had to go move their car, and the waitress took my concern for their lateness and brought over some drinks (water). They arrived, after getting a tad lost, and food was had. I ate some Mushrooms on Toast, and something that was essentially Gnocchi Carbonara, all topped off with some Sicilian Still Lemonade (lush!).

Instead of going to the cinema, we returned to Out-Of-Town, driven expertly, if not slightly illegally (Lympics!) by Dingle, via a shop for booze, wood, and pudding. I failed to buy the last one. But fires were had, topics were discussed, and I fell asleep on Tag and Cherry's rug with a cat clawing at my face. We were watching a movie called The Room (Hi Danny. Oh, hi Mark...), and I passed out on the floor. Its only the second time I've fallen asleep watching a movie I think. The first was also at Tag and Cherry's and the movie was Pulp Fiction (but that was okay, because I've seen and enjoyed that film before). I snored apparently, and as I woke we prepared for bed. 

Tag kept suggesting that Red and I top and tail (as it were), but let's face it, we're just not there yet. I'm almost certain she thinks I'm a weird-stalker-rapist willing to unleash the Devastator (long story) at any moment (but let's face it, I could be). I offered her the blow-up bed (my usual resting place), but she was insistent on sleeping on the sofa. She also threatened to slap me if I snored, which seemingly stopped me snoring. 

The morning happened with more cat related fun, and then goodbyes needed to occur. Red was confused about the arrangements on getting back to the Diff, but everything was okay in the end. We arrived before Tag and Cherry's working schedules, and Red and I went shopping in M&S finding not only reduced food (how was your breakfast?), but croissants! I brought lots for a grand feast of breakfast for Pill, DarkHorse, HB, and Ducky, as I was convinced that they wouldn't be awake yet.

Red and I stood at the check-out awaiting the hour of 11am when, for some reason, M&S could start selling us things. I came a close second in my scanning race, and we were on our way. I left Red at the Bus, and trotted on my way, getting in to the sight of the quartet still sat on sofas being couples, and still in PJs and without food! I provided, and we feasted.

HB and Ducky left soon after, as their conversations seemed to get kinda quiet while I was around. Which I thought was weird, but there you go, each to their own. I showered, and sat out in the sun with DarkHorse a while, before Pill appeared. We had a BBQ'd second breakfast, and books were read. I'm going a very nice shade of salmon. 

All-in-all, it was a perfectly busy, and wonderfully good weekend spent with some superb people, that I doubt I shall ever stop talking too, or stop hanging out with. Thanks guys!

I think I'll go obsess over my instagram now and bake some cookies, or something like that. Sorry for getting on people's nerves and stepping on toes (I'm good like that)...

Oh yeah, Tag and I made out again.

Carpe diem...