burun wrote:Dressing like the Captain (he of Captain and Tennille) is the new trend for '08 - '09. You heard it here first.

Please no.

lemur68 wrote:

burun wrote:Dressing like the Captain (he of Captain and Tennille) is the new trend for '08 - '09. You heard it here first.

Please no.

[stares at greek fisherman's cap collection, puts head in hands]

kerble wrote:

lemur68 wrote:

burun wrote:Dressing like the Captain (he of Captain and Tennille) is the new trend for '08 - '09. You heard it here first.

Please no.

[stares at greek fisherman's cap collection, puts head in hands]

[lubes with Tzatziki sauce]

Kayte wrote:Around Christmas I sent a handmade card and letter to my great aunt (who I have met only once that I remember, at my grandmother's funeral). Just the general "Here's what your grand niece is up to!" type stuff. I unexpectedly got a card from her for my birthday with a check for a neat grand. Excellente`!

What's her address?

burun wrote:I also saw the Melvins, they made me happy. Dressing like the Captain (he of Captain and Tennille) is the new trend for '08 - '09. You heard it here first.

I was also at this Melvins show. I am amazed at how they have transformed that place into a miniature Bowery Ballroom. Sounds damn good too.

Me and Pymm spent the majority of the evening riding the elevator up and down. Ding. Get a beer. Ding. Get a beer. It's really shiny. Every future gig there will be marked with moments where one of us turns to the other and says, "Elevator?" and we dart to it confusing any company.

I poured half of Jodi's seltzer on a guy's butt after he rammed his way through the crowd with his camera. I said, "You hit everyone, you hit me. I am wet. Now you are wet. Evens." He continued ramming his way over to a security guard and told on me. "There's a guy over there throwing beer on everyone!"

I plead my case. I opened with the standard arms out, palms up, 'that guys nuts' move:

"First off it was seltzer. I wouldn't waste beer on that prick. Second he hit everyone and spilled my drink on me. The seltzer is right there. That's all he got wet with. Not even half. I'm not here for a fight. I'm here to listen to music." The bouncer agreed with me, shook his head and said, "What a fucking pussy."

My evening spoiled by my own bad attitude, I soon skidded up to Bedford for a cab home.

While waiting for a cab I texted someone I should not have repeating, "Don't do it. Don't do it." as my thumb hit send. While doing this I learned that the new iphone software allows you to add tildes and accents if you hold the letter down. Yeah, that was worth it.

I woke up for work this morning full of the guilt and self-loathing that only a seasoned drinker is familiar with. It's been two weeks of witnessing end-of-summer meltdowns and I finally had mine.

I should not go out on Wednesdays. I'm too cranky midweek.

got a stereo memory man!

Walking home after five pints in a pub, got involved in some potential jumper situation on the bridge over the Inner Ring Road. Trampy looking guy on the wrong side of the barrier leaning off. Goth kid on the phone to the police. Gaggle of pissed up girls in evening wear offering cigarettes and sympathy to keep him from jumping. Not enough 'other people' around to not stop and see what's going on. Tried to flag down a passing ambulance, it didn't stop. Checked with goth kid, he'd got the message through, police on way. Taxi driver pulled up to what's going on. Other people phoning police. Trying to stay clear of jumper guy. Then he made a big shuffle along the parapet and looked like he was loosening his grip. Drunk girls start to look terrified, sober. Really think he's going to jump. Really think I'm sober enough to do something. Nobody else moving, people turning so they can't see. I move in close enough to grab the hood of his anorak if he goes, as soon as I'm there realise it's a mistake. He turns and glares at me and gives it the "get away from me! get away from me!" Realise that if he jumps now it's my fault with a bunch of drunk unreliable witnesses. I back off fast, apologise, maintain eye contact cos I figured if he's bothering with me, he isn't jumping. Police van pulls up. First cop out addresses him, "Darren, what are you doing there this time?" So they know him. Other cop thanks everybody, indicates we'd be better fucking off and leaving them to it. Implication is, this is a regular occurence and they'll deal with it as per. I turn and walk. Can't work out if I'm relieved I didn't fuck it up worse or furious with this Darren character for putting us all in that situation. Mull it all the way home. See amusing video of Steve McClaren, post it on football thread on EA. Post this in Little Details thread. Fuckarama.

fuck!

Well, glad it turned out ok

Fuckorama alright! wow what a situation!

pwalshj wrote:It's been two weeks of witnessing end-of-summer meltdowns and I finally had mine.

hey, no one even noticed i was gone.