I just saw a picture of a t-shirt with the following slogan:
"Damn right i'm good in bed...I can sleep for days!"
haha, quality.
Sunday, 9 September 2007
Phils Adventures part one - Random is the bestest
Ahh, the first in the new series of "Phils Adventures". My previous blogs have covered such adventures as gigs in Manchester and London, nights out here and there, and probably other things too. So what better than to carry on with a familiar topic and talk about my latest adventure, in which, as with most of my adventures, drinking is the main theme.
Friday was the birthday of Danielle, one of Kellys friends who i've gotten to know over the last few months. The plan was to go to the pub at lunch for some drinkypoos, then head to a bar/club (I always thought a great name for a place would be bar stroke club) for some happy hour cocktails and shenanigans on the dance floor.
Well, the first part of this plan went alright. Danielle turned up at the pub already slightly worse for wear as her cheeky work colleagues had been plying her with alcohol already, so she was a bit squiffy but that just made it that bit more entertaining. Kelly and I had some delicious food (Kelly had a coronation chicken sandwich, I had some spicy chicken things with salsa stuff in a pitta bread and chips, mm) and a drink. I bought Danielle a bacardi and lemonade so I can proudly say that I contributed to her drunkenness! (not sure if that's spelt right, or even if it's a word for that matter). Tunes were played on the jukebox and gifts were handed out, and that's about it really. Kelly and I left at 2 to head back to work, and left Danielle in there with her work chums.
Fast forward about 3 hours. The afternoon is dragging and all we want to do is get out of the office and get some delicious cocktaily goodness into our stomachs. We received an email from Danielle saying something along the lines of "I've had four double shots since lunch time - but i'll be ok when we meet up later". I thought nothing of it and had a hearty chuckle (complete with shoulder wobble).
5:30 came and I waited outside for Danielle to arrive whilst Kelly slapped her face on. 10 minutes had passed and no sign of either of them...15 minutes, 20....25...30 minutes had passed and still no sign! Kelly then called and said "guess what...Danielles too wasted so she's going home!". Nightmare of nightmares! The birthday girl had to bow out and miss her own party! The other people going all decided to sack it off too and do their own things, so it was me, Kelly and some money, all in the mood for boozeage. We decided still to go out and have some drinks, so we headed to a pub for some pre-going out drinks to decide where to go out. An hour or so, a couple of drinks and a pleasant chat later, I had a sudden brainwave as the word "REFLEX" came into my head. Reflex is a chain of bars that specialise in 80s music, with a bit of 70s and 90s thrown in for good measure. Basically, they play cheese all night. As someone who doesn't like most clubs, this kind of place is perfect as i'm a huge fan of cheese. So anyway, it was decided, a cab was hailed and to St. Pauls we went!
The only hitch being that we forgot where the club actually was. So we found a bar down a random street to have a quick drink and, using the magic of 63336 (a texting service that answers any question you send it), we found the address for the club and ventured forth when our glasses were empty.
10 minutes later and we'd found the club, only a tiny queue outside and we were there! By this time it was about 9:00 and the place was already packed, I think we arrived just at the right time before people start coming out of pubs looking for somewhere to throw shapes. We headed straight for the bar, I can't remember what we had first but for the majority of the night I was drinking Jagermeister and coke with random shots thrown in here and there for good measure. Kelly was on Vodka with lemonade and lime (I think!), and shots involved included Apple Sours (or sourz?), Aftershock, and probably more too. As is usually the case with me, it takes a certain level of drunkenness (there's that word again) before I can commit to spazzing out on the dancefloor. I could tell Kelly was in the mood for some dancing so I downed my drink, went to the bar for some more, and then I was in the mood for dancing. Unfortunately I missed Jason Donovan's "Too many broken hearts" or whatever it's called, but they played some classics after that so all was well. Highlights of the night included The Quo, Bonjovi, Spandau Ballet, Bryan Adams, I think they even played the Grease Megamix, and there were countless others that I can't remember, but I knew I threw shapes and the air guitar even made an appearance! Good job I remembered to pack it.
The only downside of the night was that me and Kelly got seperated for about half an hour and couldn't find each other, but by that point we were nicely hammered and it was time to head home so we found each other outside, got a taxi, and headed back. A £30 taxi ride and some greasy sausage and chips later, it was time for bed.
The night was totally random and unplanned, and i've always thought that those are the best kind of nights. Usually when a night out has been planned for weeks it can be a bit of an anti-climax, but random nights are great as there's no expectation and you can just go with the flow. Finding cool bars down side streets, heading to random clubs, drinking previously undiscovered booze, all make a random night out one of the best!
Hurrah!
Oh, the hangover the next day was pretty bad though. I still have a headache even now, 2 nights later. Hmm.
Stay tuned for more of Phils Wacky Adventures! (TM).
Friday was the birthday of Danielle, one of Kellys friends who i've gotten to know over the last few months. The plan was to go to the pub at lunch for some drinkypoos, then head to a bar/club (I always thought a great name for a place would be bar stroke club) for some happy hour cocktails and shenanigans on the dance floor.
Well, the first part of this plan went alright. Danielle turned up at the pub already slightly worse for wear as her cheeky work colleagues had been plying her with alcohol already, so she was a bit squiffy but that just made it that bit more entertaining. Kelly and I had some delicious food (Kelly had a coronation chicken sandwich, I had some spicy chicken things with salsa stuff in a pitta bread and chips, mm) and a drink. I bought Danielle a bacardi and lemonade so I can proudly say that I contributed to her drunkenness! (not sure if that's spelt right, or even if it's a word for that matter). Tunes were played on the jukebox and gifts were handed out, and that's about it really. Kelly and I left at 2 to head back to work, and left Danielle in there with her work chums.
Fast forward about 3 hours. The afternoon is dragging and all we want to do is get out of the office and get some delicious cocktaily goodness into our stomachs. We received an email from Danielle saying something along the lines of "I've had four double shots since lunch time - but i'll be ok when we meet up later". I thought nothing of it and had a hearty chuckle (complete with shoulder wobble).
5:30 came and I waited outside for Danielle to arrive whilst Kelly slapped her face on. 10 minutes had passed and no sign of either of them...15 minutes, 20....25...30 minutes had passed and still no sign! Kelly then called and said "guess what...Danielles too wasted so she's going home!". Nightmare of nightmares! The birthday girl had to bow out and miss her own party! The other people going all decided to sack it off too and do their own things, so it was me, Kelly and some money, all in the mood for boozeage. We decided still to go out and have some drinks, so we headed to a pub for some pre-going out drinks to decide where to go out. An hour or so, a couple of drinks and a pleasant chat later, I had a sudden brainwave as the word "REFLEX" came into my head. Reflex is a chain of bars that specialise in 80s music, with a bit of 70s and 90s thrown in for good measure. Basically, they play cheese all night. As someone who doesn't like most clubs, this kind of place is perfect as i'm a huge fan of cheese. So anyway, it was decided, a cab was hailed and to St. Pauls we went!
The only hitch being that we forgot where the club actually was. So we found a bar down a random street to have a quick drink and, using the magic of 63336 (a texting service that answers any question you send it), we found the address for the club and ventured forth when our glasses were empty.
10 minutes later and we'd found the club, only a tiny queue outside and we were there! By this time it was about 9:00 and the place was already packed, I think we arrived just at the right time before people start coming out of pubs looking for somewhere to throw shapes. We headed straight for the bar, I can't remember what we had first but for the majority of the night I was drinking Jagermeister and coke with random shots thrown in here and there for good measure. Kelly was on Vodka with lemonade and lime (I think!), and shots involved included Apple Sours (or sourz?), Aftershock, and probably more too. As is usually the case with me, it takes a certain level of drunkenness (there's that word again) before I can commit to spazzing out on the dancefloor. I could tell Kelly was in the mood for some dancing so I downed my drink, went to the bar for some more, and then I was in the mood for dancing. Unfortunately I missed Jason Donovan's "Too many broken hearts" or whatever it's called, but they played some classics after that so all was well. Highlights of the night included The Quo, Bonjovi, Spandau Ballet, Bryan Adams, I think they even played the Grease Megamix, and there were countless others that I can't remember, but I knew I threw shapes and the air guitar even made an appearance! Good job I remembered to pack it.
The only downside of the night was that me and Kelly got seperated for about half an hour and couldn't find each other, but by that point we were nicely hammered and it was time to head home so we found each other outside, got a taxi, and headed back. A £30 taxi ride and some greasy sausage and chips later, it was time for bed.
The night was totally random and unplanned, and i've always thought that those are the best kind of nights. Usually when a night out has been planned for weeks it can be a bit of an anti-climax, but random nights are great as there's no expectation and you can just go with the flow. Finding cool bars down side streets, heading to random clubs, drinking previously undiscovered booze, all make a random night out one of the best!
Hurrah!
Oh, the hangover the next day was pretty bad though. I still have a headache even now, 2 nights later. Hmm.
Stay tuned for more of Phils Wacky Adventures! (TM).
Wednesday, 5 September 2007
Pretty colours and stuff
I can't decide on a template to use, so it will probably change every day or so until I find something dead sexy to use.
The highs and lows of August 2007
This is something I used to try and do fairly often in my older blogs, so I thought i'd carry on the tradition and sum up the month just gone in a delightful array of bullet points, under the headings "highs" and "lows". So here we go.
Highs
Lows
And that's about it. All in all, a pretty good month i'd say!
Highs
- Going on holiday to Majorca. Spending 4 days in the sun, drinking beer and cocktails, eating good food, sunbathing, relaxing with great company. Just what I needed to clear my head of all things poo in the world of Phil.
- Getting a suntan at the aforementioned holiday. It usually takes me a while to get a tan, or i'll just go pink and then back to my usual pasty shade. But this time I actually got a bit brown! Hoo, and indeed, ray.
- Delightful birthday celebrations. A meal out with a big bunch of friends was a fab way to spend my birthday, I got to eat cake whilst wearing a big hat too. Back of the net!
- Seeing old uni friends. Rob came down for the weekend after my birthday, and we quickly fell back into the student lifestyle of drinking beer (and Chateau Chaumet) and eating pizza. And curry.
- BBQ times. Having a few people round for a BBQ was rather fun, the weather was perfect too. hooray!
- Playing frisbee in the park. Despite living only five minutes from the park, this was only the second or third time we'd sat in the park, drank beer, and played frisbee. Good times.
- Spending some quality relaxing time at home in the Harpo ghetto.
- Getting back down the gym and eating healthily.
Lows
- Holiday being far too short and being over too quickly (despite each day going really slowly when we were there)
- Dad developing heart problems and needing surgery
- Stupid gay passport checks at Stansted taking 45 minutes, meaning we missed our train back to London so we had to get the bus, then a taxi (boo-urns)
- Going back to smelly gay work
- Spending too much money
- Noisy inconsiderate housemates (or housetwats as I like to call them)
And that's about it. All in all, a pretty good month i'd say!
Sunday, 2 September 2007
Ahhh, fresh...
I'm going to blame Leah for this. Back in early 2002 she persuaded me to get a blog so I could write stuff. At the time I was half way through my first year at Uni, so I had a fair bit to write about during the early hours of the morning when I should have been writing essays, or reading books, or sleeping. It started off with Diaryland, I wrote about 100 entries in 3 or 4 years, including the rather brilliant fictional works known as The Dave Chronicles.
One day I decided to start writing a book. At the time I was heavily in to reading and would get through a book a week, sometimes more, so I decided to give it a bash myself and see what I could come up with. The unfortunate thing with me is that I have a rather limited attention span so I need something to be really fun and interesting otherwise i'll get bored and give up, so rather than plan something with the traditional beginning, middle and end, I just made it up as I went along. Before I knew it i'd written 5 or 6 chapters of The Dave Chronicles, and if I do say so myself they're rather amazing.
As with most things though, I got bored and/or my attention was drawn elsewhere. Leah (see, it IS her fault) got a new blog on LiveJournal and persuaded me to get a new one on there (cos Diaryland was obviously not down with the kids). So I did, and I wrote some things on there but not very often and it was soon forgotten. However, I did resurrect The Dave Chronicles and wrote a couple of chapters to extend Daves adventures.
But, like before, I got bored and forgot all about it. Until now! Yes, Leah turns up in this paragraph too. She has got a new blog on this 'ere website, so I have got one too. I don't know exactly what i'll write on here, or how long it will last, but going from my track record I give it a couple of months before I forget about it again. I'll try not to of course, but I can't promise anything.
I find that I am one of those people who thinks a lot, usually far too much actually and I quite regularly get myself worked up over nothing. Sometimes I think to myself that I should really write down a lot of what I think, because a) then I can read back and realise how stupid I am sometimes, and b) so I can actually remember what i've thought about. I have an awful memory, and when people ask me "Hey Phil what have you been up to lately?", all I usually say is, "Well i've just been working really, had a couple of nights out here and there but nothing too exciting". This is actually a load of hairy bollocks, as I realised the other day that I do do a lot of stuff but I just forget about it all.
Over the past few weeks (or is was it a couple of months?) I was writing the longest email in the world to Leah (yeah, her again) with stuff that i'd been up to and random thoughts and stuff like that. And before I pressed the "Send" button the other day, I read back and realised that I have actually done a lot of stuff and written down my thoughts in a reasonably coherent way. So rather than forget everything I do between now and next spring, i'm going to do my best to write all sorts of things in here so that when someone asks "Hey Phil, what have you been up to lately?", I can say "check out my blog, yo - http://thingswhatphildoes.blogspot.com". Not only will it save me having to talk to a long period of time, freeing me up to do all sorts of fun stuff, but also i'll look like i'm home with the downies with all this technology and stuff: "Hey, Phil has a blog! Oh my god he's so cool, too cool for school".
Who knows, I might even carry on writing The Dave Chronicles, too. Stay tuned!
One day I decided to start writing a book. At the time I was heavily in to reading and would get through a book a week, sometimes more, so I decided to give it a bash myself and see what I could come up with. The unfortunate thing with me is that I have a rather limited attention span so I need something to be really fun and interesting otherwise i'll get bored and give up, so rather than plan something with the traditional beginning, middle and end, I just made it up as I went along. Before I knew it i'd written 5 or 6 chapters of The Dave Chronicles, and if I do say so myself they're rather amazing.
As with most things though, I got bored and/or my attention was drawn elsewhere. Leah (see, it IS her fault) got a new blog on LiveJournal and persuaded me to get a new one on there (cos Diaryland was obviously not down with the kids). So I did, and I wrote some things on there but not very often and it was soon forgotten. However, I did resurrect The Dave Chronicles and wrote a couple of chapters to extend Daves adventures.
But, like before, I got bored and forgot all about it. Until now! Yes, Leah turns up in this paragraph too. She has got a new blog on this 'ere website, so I have got one too. I don't know exactly what i'll write on here, or how long it will last, but going from my track record I give it a couple of months before I forget about it again. I'll try not to of course, but I can't promise anything.
I find that I am one of those people who thinks a lot, usually far too much actually and I quite regularly get myself worked up over nothing. Sometimes I think to myself that I should really write down a lot of what I think, because a) then I can read back and realise how stupid I am sometimes, and b) so I can actually remember what i've thought about. I have an awful memory, and when people ask me "Hey Phil what have you been up to lately?", all I usually say is, "Well i've just been working really, had a couple of nights out here and there but nothing too exciting". This is actually a load of hairy bollocks, as I realised the other day that I do do a lot of stuff but I just forget about it all.
Over the past few weeks (or is was it a couple of months?) I was writing the longest email in the world to Leah (yeah, her again) with stuff that i'd been up to and random thoughts and stuff like that. And before I pressed the "Send" button the other day, I read back and realised that I have actually done a lot of stuff and written down my thoughts in a reasonably coherent way. So rather than forget everything I do between now and next spring, i'm going to do my best to write all sorts of things in here so that when someone asks "Hey Phil, what have you been up to lately?", I can say "check out my blog, yo - http://thingswhatphildoes.blogspot.com". Not only will it save me having to talk to a long period of time, freeing me up to do all sorts of fun stuff, but also i'll look like i'm home with the downies with all this technology and stuff: "Hey, Phil has a blog! Oh my god he's so cool, too cool for school".
Who knows, I might even carry on writing The Dave Chronicles, too. Stay tuned!
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