Tapas with Dan and Tracey

And lots of…

Avenue Q

Underground Adventures: Undercover TFL agents are far too obvious and a small Chinese girl fell asleep while standing up on the tube, luckily she fell into me rather than the floor.

In other news Blink 182 are reforming!!!!

And i saw Avenue Q today, which was frickin’ phenomenal on all accounts, totally hilarious, not much I can say except go see it now. Except it’s stopping soon, but I hear it might be back in summer at a different London location, so check it out then.

New Computer

As I tweeted: “New computer kills all in its wake. Stand aside 5 year old technology”

Quick specs:

• Studio XPS Intel Core i7 Processor 920 (2.66GHz, 8MB cache, 4.8GT/sec)
• 8192MB (4x1024,2x2048) 1067MHz DDR3 Tri Channel
• 1TB Serial ATA (7200RPM)
• 512MB ATI Radeon 4850 Graphics card

 Least impressive photo ever…

Shing’s Birthday

Yesterday we celebrated Shing’s birthday with the normal presents, totally epic panda cake (courtesy of Rachel), and the obligatory drunken night out. So after work we slammed into Bar One for their excellent £5 menu offer, met up with some peeps and began the drinking onslaught. At some point Rachel ordered enough Tapas for the entire world, for herself, so naturally I had to help, and Shing et Raffle swapped dresses in the toilets for some sexual yet unknown reason. We then progressed on to Zoo bar where  Shing had reserved us a table, and we continued the drunken debauchery, moving on to shots of varying death and suspicion, culminating in people dancing around a strippers pole. Smooth. Eventually we got a taxi home and I didn’t throw up on in, bonus points to the Tom.

Today, after a rather spectacular recovery, we realised we had minimal food in all of our refrigeration devices and our cupboards were barer than Miss Hubbard’s, so resorted to Dominos pizza. Yums!

Events I'm going To:

Avenue Q, Alkaline trio, Reel Big Fish, Snow Patrol, Exeter, Hundred Reasons, Taking Back Sunday.

Yeah I'm cool.

Although Cajun Squirrel is a surprisingly nice flavour of crisp, Chilli and Chocolate don't quite make the cut. Tfl once more failed to understand how their own signals work, had to take the jubilee home and stew in my own anger.

To top it, apparently delivery people are just as incompetent as tfl, who are just as incompetent as my PC, which is just as incompetent as me. Nearly.

If I was House, I'd all be like

[racist comment] [witty remark] [scathing sarcasm] [tenuous link] [genius conclusion] [spiteful truth]

After another day of hellish work I bust on over to 7 dials Rex to somehow find shing a present or two, then had a romantic Italian for a moderately cheap price and some red wine over candlelight. I also performed an experiment to see if a waiter will continually crack pepper over your food indefinitely if you don’t say ‘enough’/’stop’. Turns out that eventually he will stop, but he will be somewhat bemused afterwards.

And I’m spent.

Snow way I’m going to work

Lollerskates. Yes. So today snowed. We ‘attempted’ to go to work, but failed drastically, what with the underground being filled with snowmen and happiness, we couldn’t go anywhere. So we grabbed a coffee, and returned home, to bond with Ria (our neighbour) over clearing our cars and acting like idiots. We then showed her around our house, with a coffee, and we saw her house. Her house is equal to awesome, really homely, I think we need more stuff on our walls etc. And more interesting carpets. I probably need less skanky curtains as well. I think only photos can truely justify the day:  

In the Morning, as the sun is dawning,

My vomit is spawning, all over your awning….

Or I’m going down the Fox for a tasty tasty roast, in your face, instead of mace, blap blap blap etc. Followed by the clean up…

White Rabbits mofos.

Good vs Evil

Today was the much anticipated joint party of Rex, Hess and Shing, and as normal we attempted to scare people off with an elaborate theme for dressing up. I will subtly now copy the facebook group information in the name of art:

During the night, you must find your NEMESIS and JUXTA-your-POSITION in the game by EVIDENCING your achievements by form of [NAKED] PHOTOGRAPHY! Penalties of SHOTS and sorts will be involved.

Luckily this didn’t happen, or I just don’t remember it happening really because I drank a beer or two… Rex, Shing and I went to Camden in the morning to finish off our costumes, not that successfully, but I did find a necklace with some form of cross on, and we got to have coffee AND Paella. Man I love Paella, don’t you? Saffron baby, it’s where it’s at.

After our successful return we began decoration of our house, though tbh it was mainly raffle and shing, green lighting and foliage made our kitchen a perfect Garden of Eden, with the dining room and the living room being Heaven and Hell respectively, via placement of various clouds, and red based products + lighting.

People started to arrive, and I was surprisingly impressed at the eclectic mix of costumes, from Angels, Messiahs and Devils to Lara Croft, The Riddler and Tron, I think most bases were covered including vast amounts of alcohol. I would like to recount vastly humourous memories from the party but unfortunately I was fuzzed out by the drugs in my vein. I think the video below should be able to mostly summarise the evening. Jesus dancing with an ugly sister/hooker. Classic blasphemy.

 

Don’t hate on me…

Well this week was filled of hateful work, which I currently loath with exciting rapidity and wit. During the week I started to feel crapper and crapper until I was too ill today to make it in. Luckily, with a good sleep in and my weight in vitamin C I recovered enough to meet Rex after work for a beer or two near his work, before meeting Boon, Rachel and Shing in Liverpool St to go to Moshi Moshi for sushi. Man sushi is awesome, and the restaurant looks amazing, as these photos prove. Also that we had fun and I’m cool, etc etc. Wham.

Dublin - Monday

Felt a bit jank in the morning, and shattered due to the vast quantities of poison our jovialness forced us to consume amongst the underage teeny boppers. Checked out of our lovely hostel after the required faffing and multi showering, then walked to find somewhere for a cooked breakfast without throwing up all over Adam. Saw the adequate Dublin Castle which was oddly blended between old classic castle, modern, and crazy Spanish architecture. We then just flapped around nearby in our slightly tipsy state, playing on a fountain. Went to a cool park near the club, and Dan got shat on by a bird, highly hilarious at the time, especially as I managed to dodge the splash back. We went to chill in the nearby shopping centre and pretended we were 15 again, and we were in Virgin, as opposed to being 23 and fighting liver disease. We're so cool. Grabbed some lunch in the Temple Bar Bar, which turned out to be surprisingly cheap all along, and then headed back to get the bus to the airport and fly successfully home. Very good, if somewhat expensive trip of everyone involved.

Dublin - Sunday

Because we’re clever and the such like a few of us got the free breakfast that the hostel offered, which consisted of jam, toast and coffee, but was free, which everyone needs in Dublin. We took ages to leave because of 9 people sharing 1 shower, though the shower itself was pretty good. As opposed to yesterday it was a beautiful day, walked along river, which looked much better in the sun, to the Guinness Factory, past Voodoo pubs, and crazy 'graffiti’.

The Factory itself was very cool, just walking around the grounds to get to the entrance as you are surrounded entirely by huge brick walls. Reminded me of My Left Foot, for some reason. Inside the factory we saw various interesting exhibits, saw how they made Guinness, they faked making a batch from someone hitting a button. It’s amazing how much the Guinness company has done, they used to own HUGE cargo ships to ship Guinness all over the world, I guess now they just hire  them or something. There were lots of advertising material as well, including a Guinness art gallery of sorts. We then got to pour our own pint after being shown how to, which ruled and we got to enjoy it on top of their tower, overlooking the grey dull view of Dublin (where it was clouding over already). Still very enjoyable.

We walked back, and went through the town, after more dithering over food, a few of us got a very cheap(for Dublin) Chinese because everywhere is expensive. Met back up at the hostel. Went for dinner at a Crepe house, followed by a nice little game of ring of fire with extremely expensive vodka we got from a  Spa. And hess revealed that fucking someone with a nipple like rexes would make him ejaculate faster than if he was fucking the same person without a pierced nipple. Afterwards we went to a pre-booked comedy night in a tiny room up the top of a pub. Surprisingly awesome as the 2nd out of  3 acts was Doogle from Father Ted! Very few people, and they didn't insult anyone. Good stuff. Then we walked out to a club further from town that one of the bar folk told us about, and we partied away. Very good night, crazy drunk humour dancing.

I bought this for your mum…

 

Dublin - Saturday

After arriving at some crazy hour at the airport, we bust out some early morning Guinness action, so we could compare the English stuff, with what awaited us in the land of true beer related glory. Flight wasn’t too bad, and we all got seats moderately close together, though I spent some insane amount of money on a tiny can of Pepsi. Possibly £1.80. I fear this trip may be expensive.

After successfully not landing in any rivers we grabbed the cheap bus to town and found our hostel surprisingly easily, deep in the heart of Temple Bar. That’s a place not an actual bar I’ll have you know, cobbled streets for miles. Or at least a few hundred metres. Dumped our bags in our hostel, pretty cool we got a whole 10 bed room to ourselves, though only one shower which may cause difficulties in the morning as our level of faffage is high on the Richter scale. Our first port of call was obviously the Temple Bar, which was indeed an actual pub, though named after the area not the other way. Obviously we all got our first Guinnesses in, extremely nice, though rather similar to what we had in the morning, though vastly more expensive at around £5.50 a pint? Ireland is shockingly expensive, and the exchange rate is worse than Arsenal’s current performance. After christening Dublin, we wandered around the local, past a load of kids all on stilts, and searched for a place to eat lunch. When I say searched I obviously mean we dithered some what, though eventually settled on quite a nice place not too far from the hostel. I got some form of traditional Irish dish,  I suspect a stew or a casserole. Dan foolishly had nothing as he wanted to save money and just possibly drink alcohol, so we obviously had some generic Guinness alternative stout, which was just as nice, and nearly as expensive! Rex tells me they also played The Corrs in the restaurant.

After lunch we strolled along the river, which really was quite small and not very spectacular, nothing on the Thames. Though it was a bit grey in general, the sky and the city. Went through town and a shopping precinct, to where we saw a huge spike, that was for some reason, possibly to signify we all survived the Millennium. After which we went over the Butt Bridge (HAW HAW LOLLERSKATES). Tracey and Cory decided to go look at the university while the rest of us aimed for the nearest non stabby looking pub and had an expensive Guinness or two.  We played some form of drinking game, that was a lot like arrogance but involved a culminating bet on a coin toss. Good fun, and the pub was really nice. In our ultimate wisdom we decided to go to a Thai restaurant, which had a cheapish deal for Dublin, but was actually expensive, around 20+ quid for a 3 course meal. Following which we went to a few pubs to try and find somewhere with cheaper beer, and I think we found a Guinness alternative for £4, though maybe £4.50. Afterwards I frequented the Spa before returning triumphant, but a bit poorer, to the hostel for a well earned sleep.

I’ll enter YOUR post title

After work it seemed apt that Rex and I should frequent the Putch and Judy in Covent Garden and have a frost Fosters in the cold. Then we met up with Shing, after she had some crazy sugar-based cake she had, followed by going to some crazy wine bar just across the Covent (no drinks though, just mild confusion).

In a bid to find food, we failed to discover the location of the Mongolian Buffet, so found a suspicious curry house that was 20% off, right next to another one with an identical offer. Though the other guy was more “up in our grill”.

The Sleeps.

The Prettiest Moment

Work sucks, spend most of my time trying to get my dev environment to behave and do what it’s meant to do as no one seems to have set it up correctly, or can. Foolish. I also had to “fix” my xp as it couldn’t update and claimed that I had a pirated copy for some reason.

It doesn’t claim that anymore…

Spital and Dicks

Yesterday we met Hess in the Stabford Fox, mm fox. The normal mix of cocktails and humour ensued, then we decided to hit up Spitalfield Markets and got a very nice Mexican from Las Iguanas, during which I trashed the restaurant with a freak wind I conjured by opening the front door to get some cash. Classic. Afterwards we grabbed a pint in Dirty Dicks (haw haw) before hitting the sack.

Today we have been mostly having cheap buffet from the Stratford Yoe Bo, no classy, but cheapish. In the evening we bust out some Jay and Silent Bob. Not quite as funny as I remember, but still of a high calibre.

Andy’s Birthday

To try and survive January’s inevitable attempt at drowning me in Birthdays we met up with Ad in Victoria, bust out a few drinks, before heading off to Croydon where we met Andy, and friends in Loop. Which is a pool bar that has the cheapest drinks in London. Maybe. It was excessively cheap though, and most of us guys, apart from the Rexasaurus, played pool. A game that I have at this moment forgotten, which involved lives, and Tom accidently being awesome and therefore winning lots of money and everyone being happy. After Loop we horrendously decided to go to Reflex, which is a hateful place of such hellish proportions that I didn’t mind leave a bit early. We ran across a road, which was enough to make Rex throw up everywhere, which was highly hilarious, and ended the evening on a high note.

Life is a test and I get bad marks

Dates mean nothing to me these days, as hours and minutes are indistinguishable, just another tooth on the cog of the clock counting down to the day I have the courage to tell you I love you, probably in unison with my very last mortal breath….

Psych!

Nah I don’t feel like that, I just haven’t written emotastically, in my journal, avoiding caffeinated hallucinations in a coffee merchant, for a while. I’m extremely behind on my blog, and all things of suspicious circumstance. Work is getting better, feel like I’m achieving. My weekends are pretty full in the next few weeks, what with the liver suicide that is Dublin, to the liver cremation that is the 31st of January. I can only assume by then I will have fixed the entire system at work, and will take voluntary redundancy with a huge fat pay packet. Win for Tom once more.

Tonight I’m meeting my recruitment agent for a beer. No one on this plane of existence knows why. But it sure beats not drinking beer. Can I get a “Boo Ya”? No really. I lost my last one during the great storm of 2012. That time when I time travelled. To the future. And Things.

Brand New blow my brain. Stand back C#, your caffeinated emo son has arrived to take over…

That’s what she said.

Breast Taking Views

I like sushi. In my mouth. Which is what we mainly did today, in Notting Hill Gate, in a very homely and empty sushi restaurant that Shing knew. I got a Sapporo beer, as they are indeed the greatest of Japanese beers. We did unfortunately end up spending around 20 quid each on sushi as we couldn’t decide what types to have. Very yummy though. Raw fish is good for you, or so I hear. Or it kills you viciously and with no remorse. Like robots. More tasty though.

Our main reason for existence today was in fact to go to the Ice Sculpting Festival by the Natural History Museum, which turned out to be around 6 ice sculptures. Was still cool (haw haw) though. We spent the rest of the time going around the Natural History Museum, which is pretty awesome, especially the volcano and escalator that travels through the earth.

Afterwards we obviously had to recover from all the knowledge we absorbed with ease and grace, so we bust open some coffee to cleanse our souls. Then we returned home for sleep and rejuvenation.