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Fortune cookie, NYC or TO, c.2003-5.

It’s a long one. But then it was a long weekend.

Busy, busy few days. The England South Africa game was by far the busiest I have ever seen a pub be. That Try was the most amazing bit of sport I have ever seen. Although I have seen hardly any. But really – it was amazing! And I was working alll day. Solid people from door to bar from 10AM!! The boss got drunk and hid one of the punter’s jacket and shopping and fell asleep upstairs at 11 with her phone in his pocket. Internationals are the only days we get tips from the wealthy in Richmond so we stayed til 4.30am drinking our earnings. I got home, tired and abused, and called Aynsley a little tipsily at quarter to 5. ’twas her birthday and I managed to catch her before she’d opened her presents, which was great. I hope she had fun.
Hahaha. At the lock-in just before leaving, one of James’ mates from another pub (who had been in since about 8pm) kept trying to hump one of the Poles who was leaning on the bar, drunk herself and pretty much oblivious to this. James kept shouting “Matt NO! No Matt NO!” and pushing him away. It slowed him down a bit, until I pointed to her butt and said to the drunk guy; “Hmm, diiiner”. I don’t think I was helping the situation. Sorry James.
The setup of the Sunday morning shift was HORRIBLE. Everything was covered in Sambuca and hair. I could only find half the glasses. Luckily I got to watch the repeat of Saturdays match and then one of the Richmond 2nd row showed me a home made porno on his mobile. Eww. But impressively so. I also found out why one of the other player’s nicknames is “Porno-wheres my watch?”. Eww. Too much information.
The shift finally flew by, I’d sobered up and bumped into one of my school teachers, who bought me lunch. Sweet!
It was harness city on the walk home. At the foot of the bridge there were two ladies with Siamese cats on leads, trying to pick them up and away from the oncoming Terriers on leads who were in front of someone steering their baby with a kiddy harness. Chuckles.
Barely had time to shower before I went back to Richmond, met a Pole, and went Ice Skating. Now in Poland they all have to ice skate to work between February and December. Or something like that. I once ice skated when I was 8. And from what I remember, I sucked. Time for some rum & cokes. Once on the ice I was o.k. For the first half hour I was fine. Well, I was skating crap but I didn’t have THE FEAR. That kicked in after my first fall. Earlier I was like “man, you mean you can just glide around on this stuff? Look at me! I’m flyyyying!”. After THE FALL I was like “Dude, we’re sliding around on slippery concrete! Aaaah!”. I pulled a muscle in my groin after Wioleta came up behind me and accidently knocked me over. So I just sat. But it was very fun. Til next week. Found a sweet pub in the Kings Arms, Moscow St. Attentive, competent barstaff. And lots of room. But whats with the £5 deposit and 15min time limit on the Connect4? Gold tequila and coke makes for a good drink.

The cover to the Gwen Stefani album is by the guy who augmented the photography in the superb 2004 Pirelli calender (and no, unfortunately, I don’t have one of the originals). And the best track is Bubble Pop Electrinic feat. Johnny Vulture. But thats as far as I’ve got. Why do the songs have to be soooo short? Not being brought up on MTV means I can stay with something for more than 2 mins.

And the International Anime and Manga festival is coming to London. And it’s free. But why is the cover illustration so abhorrent? [http://www.imaf.co.uk]

And gimme a bell if you want to checkout the opening party (this Thursday, 8-11pm, Soho) to this SUPERB show. If I get to meet Swoon I might just wet my pants. [http://www.urbanartofficial.co.uk]

 

The hangover must stop now.