Tuesday, May 06, 2003
Bangin'
In the sense of loud, vibrant music. Not in the other sense, I've forgotten what that is. Anyway, Le Weekend. Extended Aberystwyth acieed weekend mix. (Although nothing illegal like Acieeeeeed was consumed, just vast quantities of alcohol). Annotated commentary of the weekend follows:Thursday
Set off at about 1pm in the Boy's splendid new Mini. Boy fails to notice red traffic lights, much braking and squealing ensued. Stopped off for lunch at Delaware services, and had a BK for the first time since last time I went to aber. This one wasn't quite so bad as the last one as it was what I ordered. Drove along some roads, then went up the a470 through the Brecon Beacons to aber (the mountain road with all the scary 300 foot drops and tight hairpins, woop). Most impressed by the handling of the Boy's motor. Kept the Girl In The Back quiet by giving her my palmtop to play with. Arrived at aber at some time, about 6 I think, and check in to Liz & Simon's place where I shall be sleeping later. Get the full on hall of horrors tour, simon flicking v's at all the broken and messy stuff. Loved the water leak next to electrical plug socket, nice touch.
Go down the pub, have burger or something from Wetherspoons, drink beer with dan and others. Several more beers, move to Bay. Take over side room of Bay, drink more beer, one green aftershock, and 5 flaming zambouchas each. Hardcore. Got very drunk indeed. Talk to simon outside house in rain for a while, about things, and then hit the deck and pass out. Vaguely remember wrestling with the chairbed for a while, hmm.Friday
Monster hangover, stay in bed till about 1pm. Still have monster hangover. Never drinking Flamin Zamboucha again, sms dan and say "flaming hangover, you c*nt" or words to that effect, he then buggers off to Snowdonia for the weekend. Think I met up with smeg after that, Lunch in very nice restaurant on the clock tower square at the top of the high street, I forget the name. V. Hippah leek and potato thoop, with fresh bread and a latte, mwah bella. Then, er, I'm not really sure. Think I went to Borth and dropped my kit off at the Youth Hostel, showered or had a bath, then came back in to town after smeg had finished work at about 7. Went to a pub (Harleys?), drank beer. Had some more beer, followed by a few more beers, then got a taxi home to borth which cost 13 quid, hit the sack and fell asleep.
Saturday
Struggled out of bed for er, about 11, quick bath, headed into town to watch the lads playing rugby 7s. Uni playing fields packed with huge, burly men with cauliflower ears, brussel sprout noses and turnip foreheads, and also a team of 9 rather camp looking small chaps in skin tight yellow jumpers and assorted mottley shorts. Poor fellows then proceeded to play rugby, which they were reasonably terrible at but a damn sight better than I would be, to be fair. They won a match too! And all in the utterly minging freezing cold torrential rain and gale force winds which got me bloody cold and wet and I was just watching without a coat. Silly me. Then I went back to the boy's b&b and thawed out, and I lay on the floor for a bit, I'm not sure why. Then we went for dinner at the spoons, I had a Club Punani, and the Boy also had a punani, which he said looked like a punani. Jolly tasty it was too. Then we got a cab up to the Union, after failing to make contact with a mate in time to give them the requisite 2 hours getting ready time that they appeared to need, dispite knowing full well that the union gig started at 9, you'd think they'd at least make an effort to try wouldn't you, especially after we got a ticket in for them...
...where we settled down in the nice, comfy sofas in the corner after failing to sell the extra ticket BECAUSE THERE WAS NOBODY OUTSIDE THE UNION TO SELL IT TO, AND NOBODY I PHONED WANTED TO COME EITHER, so that was quite a bit of wasted mobile-to-mobile money. I made some paper aeroplanes, nici tried to pull some chick, we all drank beers, then everyone but myself, simon and mat fucked off home. Then, the 'ardcore bangin' commenced. Er, as it were. In that, I started dancing to the old skool early 90's acieed/hardcore/dance music that DJ Lomas was pumping out, and didn't stop until DJ Producer came on, as I didn't like him so had a rest. Then Lomas came back on, and I danced, and then the main man, DJ Slipmatt came on, and it was well 'ardcore. You know when you go to a gig with danger-bass? The one that makes your internal organs vibrate? Aiiii. And then some. Danced more, oggled the dancers, danced with some chicks, and some blokes, laughed at simon getting the signatures of both of the dancers on the stage, laughed at simon making an embarrassment of himself by being thrown off the stage, pretended we didn't know simon when he kept hassling slipmatt "OI REMEMBER ME? 'ARDCORE KINETIK" "what." and slipmatt plainly had no idea who he was. Still, bloody good fun. Got home at 4am.Sunday
Yeah, got up late again, what a suprise. Buggered about for a bit, had a bath, went in to town, drank beer, had splendid lunch at Harleys, it was two packets of cup-a-soup in a bowl. Had an instant packet cappucino too, even better. Ming. Went to varsity, had a proper coffee, then went to see Xmen2, which was good, might've helped if I'd seen the first one though. Then I went home. Booyah.
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