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  1. Brilliant Bristol boat trip

    June 9, 2010 by superlative

    I had another lovely weekend, this time in Bristol for my sister-in-law’s 30th. Well, she’s Chris’ sister-in-law, does that make her mine too? Or just the wife of my brother-in-law? Oh whatever, let’s just refer to her as Helen, for that is her name.

    She’d wanted to do something a bit special, as she’ll presumably only turn 30 once, and so she arranged for a nice boat trip and meal in Bristol for all her friends and relations of cool-age (i.e. not parents, aunts, etc, just the hip young things). Chris and I went up to Trowbridge to their house on Friday night, so that we could all go on to Bristol together on Saturday.

    As an aside, my goodness Trowbridge is pikey. I’m always surprised when I go up there, as in my head it’s quite countrified and near Bath, so I imagine it must be quite nice. But it’s really not, it’s full of toothless hags and sunburnt football shirters, and it’s certainly not a place you would visit for pleasure if you didn’t know people there. It was so pikey in fact that on the train from Trowbridge to Bristol there were pikeys complaining loudly about how pikey other pikeys were, in a vicious how-low-can-you-go cycle of degeneration.

    In contrast, Bristol was LOVELY. We’ve been talking about going for a while but have never got round to it, so this was our first time there. The bit of the city I saw was really nice, and reminded me of Birmingham (modern city centre with waterways) crossed with Bath (west country accents). I think we’ll definitely go back for a weekend sometime.

    Unfortunately for Helen, our planned group of 25 people was reduced to just 15 by a seriously shocking number of drop-outs, many of them with rather transparently lame excuses. Food poisoning? Really? I don’t think so. I’m always surprised by how many people will drop out of big events like a 30th birthday that have obviously taken time and money to arrange, and despite the fact that it’ll really hurt the feelings of the person involved. It’s just so mean. Of course, they were all very sorry about it, they said. ‘They’ll be even more sorry when they find out they owe me £46 for their place on the boat’, said Helen in a rare display of temper.

    Despite the lameitude of Helen’s friends, the boat trip was beautiful, and would actually have been a bit squashed with 25 people. We punted along the Avon for an hour in a nice private boat with nice views, and as if this weren’t enough the boat had a BAR, so we all got a bit merry on the way.

    Then we had a barbecue burger lunch in a riverside pub garden, sang Happy Birthday at an embarrassed Helen, and then punted back along the river to Bristol.

    One of the group had rented a penthouse apartment in Bristol to stay in over the weekend, and we ended up all traipsing up there for further drinkage and to enjoy the lovely view of the Bristol sunset (and random hot air balloons).

    It was really good, and I hope Helen enjoyed herself. I shall definitely have to go back to Bristol at some point for another weekend of fun.


  2. Birthday booze and 30 looms

    May 5, 2010 by superlative

    I had a really nice birthday weekend and seemed to pack loads into it. I also managed to avoid any particularly bad hangovers, which for me is a massive success and meant I could actually attend my whole birthday weekend and not spend it with a cushion over my head on the sofa.

    I came home on Friday to find that Chris had stuck balloons up in our building’s front passage, on our front door, and then around the living room, and had laid out my cards and presents all nicely for me, which was lovely. He’s much better at making a fuss of me on my birthday than I am of him. I opened all my stuff with a nice glass of wine, and then we had dinner WITHOUT THE TELLY ON because it was that much of a special occasion.
    Our friends joined us later on in the evening for some drinkies and some Singstar, which was a nice easy thing to do and meant I didn’t have to leave the house. I think everyone enjoyed themselves, there were about nine of us in the end, which is good because I know Singstar isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. It was unfortunately rather loud though and we ended up with the neighbours banging on the wall at about 11.45pm. Well, in fact it was mostly one friend who was rather loud because he has the loudest voice ever and thinks that singing means shouting, so giving him a microphone to do it into was possibly not the best idea.
    I actually felt really bad, as the neighbours have never banged on the wall before in the six years we’ve lived there, and I know how tetchy I am about other people making noise. I did turn it down after that though, and most people went off home about 45 minutes later anyway. It left me slightly concerned that our Eurovision party in four weeks might not go down very well with them, but that’s normally a bit quieter because it’s watching telly (not shouting into a sound system) and it’s much earlier in the evening.
    I had to get up a reasonable time on Saturday to go to the Children’s Parade and take photos for Chris. He’s a teacher and he was in the parade, I should point out, it’s not that he just likes photos of children. Anyway, the combination of my slight hangover headache and 2,000 children with drums and whistles did not mix very well, but apart from that the parade was quite fun.
    And on Saturday night, as planned we went to Pop Kraft at the Hanbury. We took a couple of friends with us who haven’t been before, and I’m always a bit nervous when we do that because Boogaloo Stu’s nights have a rather…. unusual feel to them. They’re fabulous, obviously, and I love them to bits, but the very first time you go you can’t help thinking “What the fuck is going on?”
    Our friends really enjoyed it anyway, so that was good. I made a cake:

    And Chris made a balloon dog:

    And then on Sunday, as if all that weren’t enough, we had the most GORGEOUS Sunday lunch at the PV. They do a great roast there, and it’s just what you need when you’re a bit hungover and can’t be bothered to cook.
    So that was my birthday weekend, and it was great. I’ve also seen Iron Man 2 and The Reader this weekend, but I might have to write about those separately. They were both good, but obviously in very different ways.
    Now that the dust has settled though, I actually have to consider the notion that I am 29 and have entered my last year before I’m 30. How the fuck did that happen?? 29, at least when I was 10 years younger, has always sounded so OLD. But now that I’m there, I don’t feel old remotely, and it makes my age feel rather inappropriate.
    I don’t feel any different to how I felt when I left uni really. When I look back on my university years, yes I was much younger in my mind then, but since I left and started work I feel like I’ve psychologically stayed the same. Yet somehow nearly seven years have drifted past, which is actually almost twice the length of my whole degree, and that just sounds insane. I know I sound like I’m 60, but where the hell does the time go??
    Oh well, it could be worse. I have a nice life, and a job that pays pretty well, and a lovely flat, and I can go out clubbing and go on holiday and drink booze and more or less do whatever I want. So I’m not complaining; I know I’m very lucky. But I’d be even luckier if my stupid age had stopped at 24 instead of stubbornly marching onwards.
    It has made me think a little though that maybe there are things I would like to have done before I’m 30, and if that’s the case I really ought to get on and do them. I don’t know what they are of course, but I’m going to have a think about it. And then procrastinate and not do them, and pretend I never really wanted to do them anyway.

  3. Birthday shopping success

    April 27, 2010 by superlative

    Having said to everyone that I don’t know what I want for my birthday, and I don’t need anything, and don’t bother wasting your money if I don’t want anything, I actually had a highly successful trip to the shops on Saturday and bought myself LOADS of cool stuff.

    The coolest acquisition was these fucking excellent shoes:

    I’m wearing them right now and I looooooooooove them. They are Onitsuka Tigers, and I’ve wanted some for ages but always decided they were too expensive. They’re not too expensive when I’m not paying though! For some reason I really like the pattern on the side (most Onitsukas have it), and I really like the colours on these too.
    I also bought Amelie on DVD, which I have seen quite a few times but which I really like. It’ll also be good for my French to watch it again too, I must be getting pretty rusty by now. I haven’t read anything in French or Italian for ages and I know I’d be a bit tongue-tied if I tried to speak them now. In fact, some people who are only occasional readers of my blog may not realise that I actually have a degree in French and Italian and am supposedly fluent, because obviously it doesn’t really come up very often when you spend your days pottering around doing (English) websites. I’m not fluent any more anyway, certainly not in Italian, although I could probably make an attempt at French and not sound too stupid.
    Anyway, as well as Amelie I also bought Little Miss Sunshine, which I LOVE. I watched it the other night, I couldn’t wait until my birthday to see it again. The little girl in it is just SO sweet, and the people are all such fuck ups, and the ending is just hilarious.
    So yes I’m pleased with my DVD purchases.
    AND on top of that, I bought three t-shirts. So not bad really! It’s a nice feeling to come home clutching lots of shopping bags and knowing you’ve got lots of nice new things.
    My plans for my actual birthday have been a bit last-minute (because I refused to decide what to do), but on Friday (my actual birthday) I’m now having people over to ours for booze and SingStar, and then we’ve got some friends coming to stay on Saturday and we’re going to go clubbing and be entertained by Boogaloo Stu at Pop Kraft.
    So it should be good hopefully. I hope very much to keep my drinking in check and not get carried away like I usually do, so that I don’t suffer horribly the next day and end up spending my birthday weekend in bed or with my face in the toilet. That would be rubbish and would annoy me, so I must MUST remember to stop drinking at a sensible hour.
    Will post some pictures of the weekend if any of them are stimulating enough.

  4. No I’m not a fucking dormouse

    March 19, 2010 by superlative

    I haven’t had much time for blogging this week, due to a combination of going out on staff jollies and actually being really busy at work. I know, me, busy, who’d have thought?
    But anyway, I had a fun time last weekend on an Alice In Wonderland night out. It was our friend Alice’s birthday, and so she had decreed that the night out would have a dressing up theme in her honour. This was fine, except that as with all these things you have to say ‘dressing up optional’ so people aren’t put off. We like dressing up though, so we thought we’d make the effort, and here was the result of our labours:

    In case you can’t tell, I am the Cheshire Cat and Chris is the Mad Hatter. Pretty obvious, no? But apparently not to the people who said “Are you the dormouse?” to me on more than one occasion. Of COURSE I wasn’t the fucking dormouse, look at my smile! So I glared at them, but this was rather undermined by the perma-happy expression painted onto me.
    Here’s another picture, complete with inflatable flamingo:

    The other girl in it isn’t dressed up, but that didn’t stop someone saying “I like your wig” (it’s her actual hair) which amused me immensely.
    Anyway, I mentioned that it was ‘dressing up optional’.
    “There will be other people dressed up won’t there?” we said.
    “Oh yes, don’t worry,” said Alice. “I’m doing face paint and everything.”
    So we get to the pub and, er, NO ONE is dressed up. And we’re stood in a normal pub, full of bemused looking staff and clientele, me in a pink and purple stripey H&M fucking cat print hoodie, and all our friends saying “Oo your costumes are great”. Where the fuck are their costumes???
    Alice is the one holding the flamingo. Can you see her face paint? It’s there, look again. She had painted a SPADE on her face. A spade from a deck of cards, not a shovel. And that was it! That’s not fucking face paint!
    So I was mortified anyway, and sat in the furthest corner of the pub where people couldn’t see me.
    A few other people turned up in costume later, and they’d made quite a bit of effort actually, but bizarrely they’d “only come out for a couple” and weren’t coming clubbing. Would you really get all dressed up in fancy dress just to come to the pub? So that was a bit odd anyway.
    I had a good night once I got going, and we moved on to the Hanbury Club for We Love Pop after a while. I have to say though, £8 to get into the Hanbury Club is ABSURD. It’s only a little out-of-the-way kooky club. So I’m not going there again if they’re going to charge that for We Love Pop. It’s never that expensive for Pop Kraft, I don’t know how they can justify it.
    Since the weekend I’ve had a fairly good week at work, but have been a bit rushed off my feet. This is good though because it makes a change from being bored.
    We went on a nice staff social/jolly on Wednesday, in the form of a lunch out at Pinocchios and then a trawl around Brighton Museum. Everyone was horrified I’d never been to the museum considering you can nearly see it from my house, and actually I’m really glad we went because it was really, really good. I heartily recommend it to anyone looking for something to do for an hour that’s free (well, voluntary donation, i.e. free).
    And now it’s Friday again and I don’t know where the week went. I might allow myself a little drinkie tonight (as you know, I hardly ever drink) as a reward for being so busy and important this week. I deserve it after all.


  5. Pop Kraft it Up

    March 8, 2010 by superlative

    I had a fun night out on Saturday at this month’s Pop Kraft. It’s always good there, and seems to be the highlight of my blogging month at the moment. I just haven’t felt like I’ve been doing an awful lot worth writing about. So instead, here are a few photos:

    They always have activities at Pop Kraft, but normally we arrive too late to do them. This month however, we were in time for the cake decorating, and I was lucky enough to be assisted by Miss Dolly Rocket.

    We made a very pretty cake, with icing and little silver ball things that I hope were edible because I ate them.

    Dolly also assisted me with the eating of my cake. She doesn’t go in for any of this ‘small bites’ malarkey, it’s all or nothing with Dolly.

    Boogaloo Stu entertained us with his unique style of performing. The glove/sleeve things this month were a triumph.

    And Dolly and Chris had a nice cuddle. He enjoyed it more than she did.
    The only other thing I did this weekend really was watch Up, the Disney Pixar film that everyone has been raving about. It was really good! Not like the best BEST film in the world, but very entertaining, and some of it was really funny.
    The first bit is really sad, as they cram the lives of two childhood sweethearts from the age of about 8, through marriage and then retirement, into about 5 minutes of film. It’s sad because, well, what do you think happens at the end of a long happy marriage, and look there’s only one of them left in the movie poster –>
    But after that it’s quite a heart-warming tale of an old man’s adventure with a young companion and a talking dog, and a house with lots of balloons attached to it.
    As with any of these Pixar films, one of the best bits is the extra cartoon short you get with it. With Up it was a film called Partly Cloudy, that actually makes you laugh as much in its six short minutes as Up does in the whole film. Not that Up isn’t funny of course, it really is, but Partly Cloudy is brilliant. I really like those short films they do; I still love For The Birds, the short that came with Monsters Inc, that has no human dialogue, but is hugely expressive and lovely to watch.
    So anyway, that was my weekend. I’ve got a quiet week (again) this week, as I’ve pretty much done everything on my to do list, and I’m running out of ways to fill my day. I’ve been learning jQuery for the last little while though (a computer thing for geeks; it’s fun, if you like that sort of thing) so that at least has been a distraction for me.
    Next weekend is Mothers Day – a perfect excuse for my Mum to demand more attention than she does usually. I’m going to my brother’s for a meal for it, which should be alright, and which means I’ll only be out of Brighton for part of Saturday, instead of losing my whole weekend on a trip to London.
    Oo yes, and it’s also Your Country Needs You on Friday night, where we’ll decide on our Eurovision entry for this year, so I’m really looking forward to that. And we’re going out dressed up in Alice In Wonderland outfits next Saturday for a friend’s birthday. I’m going as the Cheshire Cat, in an odd pink and purple stripey outfit, face paint and false ears. I’m not sure where we’re going, hopefully not somewhere where’ll I’ll feel too ridiculous in fancy dress. I hope no one pulls my tail off too. Pictures to follow, if you’re good.

  6. So much yummy food stuffed into my face

    January 31, 2010 by superlative

    I’ve had such a nice weekend. It started off with a little bit of a wobble, but after that it has been great, and I must have consumed about 60,000 calories in the last 24 hours.

    The initial wobble was Friday night when we went to try a new club night called Don’t Stop Believin. It was the same club night we went to for New Year’s Eve, which they have now tried to turn into a regular Friday night thing. It’s run by Dynamite Sal, whom we know quite well really (to chat to at least) as we’ve been going to her club nights for more than 10 years. That makes me feel quite old to say that actually. Anyway, it was at The Jam, the same as before, and we thought we’d give it a try.
    Unfortunately, although the music was alright really, it ended up being really empty. It was freezing cold in there, possibly not helped by the lack of people, and while there were quite a few people in the bar upstairs, no one was coming downstairs to dance. So we kept our coats on (because of the cold), had a bit of a dance, and then bailed out by 12.30. I feel a bit sorry for Sal, but maybe it will pick up a bit after a couple of weeks, and when it’s not so freezing cold outside.
    We had friends coming down on Saturday, so I had to drag myself out of bed with a bit more of a hangover than I was expecting yesterday in order to do the dusting and hoovering. Fortunately for me they were a bit later than they expected, so I had time for a nap and to make myself look presentable before they arrived. We’ve known these friends for about five years now, having met them on our first holiday to Gran Canaria, and we have a lovely relaxed, flirty sort of relationship with them.
    So anyway, the first part of my massive calorie overload was last night, when we had a few glasses of wine at home before going out for dinner. I can highly recommend Old Telegraph Shiraz which our friends brought for us, as it was DELICIOUS. I don’t usually buy Shiraz as I think it’s too dark for me, but this had a really lovely chocolatey flavour to it. Then after my chocolate-flavoured red wine we went to Cafe Rouge, where I gorged myself on deep-fried Camembert with red current sauce, followed by confit de canard in a delicious orange jus thing with dauphinoise potatoes. It was sooooooooo nice! And massive, and meaty considering I don’t each much meat at home.
    Then we had a drink in the Star Inn (nice but a bit expensive actually), a drink in the Marine Tavern (who have a FIT little bar boy who shows his pants when he bends over to get things) and a drink in Vavoom (nice but, as always, massively over-priced. £4 for a drink is rather a lot). I was practically waddling by the time we walked home.
    Then this morning I weirdly woke up hungry again. I don’t know why but that always happens when I’ve eaten loads the night before, but body seems to start expecting constant stuffing with food. I had a nice muffin thing for breakfast, a short walk in the cold, and then we went to the PV at the Jury’s Out for Sunday lunch.

    The PV is actually a really nice pub, and every time I go there I think “wow this is lovely, we must come more often”. The Sunday lunch is GORGEOUS. I had roast beef, yorkshire pudding, stuffing, roast potatoes, cauliflower cheese, broccoli, parsnips, green beans and cabbage, and it was all soooooo yummy. It was only about 15 hours since my dinner though, so I don’t know where I’ve put it all, I must have gained a stone.
    I definitely want to go to the PV more often; they do a quiz night, and cheap drinks (£2, can’t beat that), and it generally has a nice atmosphere in there.
    And now I’ve got a wild boar sausage roll sitting in the fridge that I bought from Bona Foodie for no apparent reasons, which is calling out to me to eat it in the next half hour. I’m such a fat bloater.
    Oo yes, and I forgot to say that I drank BEER this weekend. Well, a Hoegaarden with my dinner. But normally I don’t drink beer at all. However, I am in training so that I can drink beer more regularly because my other big news is we’re going to New York!!! We booked the tickets on Friday night, flying Virgin just after Easter and staying for five nights. I’m really looking forward to it. BUT, last time we went, I couldn’t drink properly in the bars because if you asked for a vodka and coke you got given a glass of vodka that had about 5ml of coke in it so it was very slightly discoloured, and it was DISGUSTING. I couldn’t drink it, and I love vodka. So in anticipation of that I plan to convert myself into a semi-pro beer drinker in the next two months, so I can saunter up to American bars and say “Gimme a beer” without adding on “I hope it doesn’t make me throw up” in my head afterwards.
    So anyway, I might try to sleep my lunch off now, and then drag my massive carcass over to the fridge to eat my wild boar sausage roll in time for the Dancing On Ice Fittyfest at 6.15. Bring on Gary Lucy and Kieron Richardson in skimpy lycra tops and tight trousers.

  7. Yummy Tin Drummy

    December 10, 2009 by superlative

    I had my office Christmas meal yesterday at the Tin Drum in Kemp Town. I know some of the people I work with didn’t enjoy their food quite as much as me, but I thought all the things I had were really good and quite posh, so I took photos of them for you:

    This was my starter, which was a squash, rosemary and parmesan tart with a pomegranate dressing. It was very nice.

    This was my main course of pheasant with a port and damson jus on a mustard pommery mash. I’ve never had pheasant before, and I really liked half of it (the confit leg bit which tasted like crispy duck) but wasn’t quite so keen on the breast bit which was a bit tough. I’ve never been a breast man though. The sauce (sorry,’jus’) was yummy and all fruity.

    This was my gorgeous dessert: hot chocolate fudge cake with vanilla ice cream. It was really nice, all gooey, and very very rich. Like a little block of pure calories really. I couldn’t finish it, but enjoyed it nonetheless.

    And then I had tea with a cute little mince pie with a star shape on it.
    And the best part is I didn’t pay for ANYTHING! Hahahahaha! Work pays for our Christmas meal here, which I’ve always thought is great, and it means everybody goes rather than some people saying they can’t afford it or just can’t be bothered. Even the wine was thrown in!
    I’m not hungover at all today, which is quite good I suppose. Some of us went for drinks after the meal, but as we’d started drinking at 1pm we disbanded by 9, so I was still home in plenty of time to sober up before bed. I hadn’t realised that there would be no senior staff at all in the office this morning, so I could have got away with being hungover if necessary, but I’m not going to try to get hungover just for the sake of it.
    And now it’s only a couple of weeks left until Christmas, yay! We’ve still got our Office Christmas Party to come (actually in the office this time, rather than out of it. I don’t know why we have two events here), so that will be my next thing to look forward to next week. I’m feeling very festive now and just want to finish work for Christmas and go home – I can’t be bothered to spend nine more days sat in this wheely chair doing not very much.

  8. Tea cosies, booze and Simon Amstell

    October 12, 2009 by superlative




    I’ve had a great weekend involving all of the above items. Fortunately they weren’t all at once, that would have been a bit odd and probably rather confusing for Simon Amstell.

    It was Chris’ birthday on Friday, so we had a number of nice things planned over the weekend to celebrate this auspicious occasion. We had a nice dinner at home on Friday accompanied by a bottle of Marks and Spencer Vouvray (one of my favourite wines, try it!) and then we had a cosy night in doing SingStar on his new wireless SingStar microphones.
    Then on Saturday we went for a Birthday High Tea at the Tea Cosy teashop. You may have seen it briefly on Brighton Beach Patrol on Channel 5 last week. Basically it’s a camp little teashop crammed to bursting with royal memorabilia, where they do great tea and cakes and sandwiches and things. The guy who runs it is lovely and always keeps us entertained with local gossip.
    I had the Princess Margaret Memorial Low Tea, which came with the most yummy lemon Madeira cake ever. It was the size of a breeze block too, so I was on a bit of a sugar and caffeine rush for quite a while afterwards and had to have a bit of a lie down in the afternoon (I’m such an old woman)
    And then in the evening we had people over and then went to We Luv Pop’s We Luv Movie Soundtracks at the Hanbury Ballroom. Chris had decided our evening should have a fancy dress theme, and that theme ended up being “Things you never thought you’d wear again”. It was subverted a little by some people buying new fancy dress outfits for it, but they were so horrific we decided it was admissible. Chris and I went in our school uniforms, and were both quite smug that they still fitted fairly well.
    The We Luv Movie Soundtracks theme was great (from what I remember), and we did quite a lot of crazy dancing to such classics as Dance Magic Dance and the Neverending Story. It was really busy in there too, which was good. It’s run by Dynamite Sal who used to do Dynamite Boogaloo, so I’m glad it’s doing well.
    Sunday was a necessarily more subdued day, and all I really wanted to do was loaf about and watch Come Dine With Me. We couldn’t do that all day though, because we had tickets to see Simon Amstell’s stand up show at the Brighton Dome in the evening. We saw him there last year too, and he’s been really good both times.
    Lots of his act this year seemed to revolve around him being a bit lonely and crap at relationships, which made me think awwwwwww and want to give him a hug. He also said that his ideal man is one who is skinny (check), only says about three sentences an hour (check), and is rather sickly (check!). So I’m definitely in there if I ever get to meet him. I’m not 18 unfortunately, his other stipulation, but I might be able to get him to overlook that with enough vodka.
    Sometimes with celebrities who seem a bit vulnerable like that, I think “aw I bet we’d be really good friends”. Which is a stupid thing to think I know, because what he says on stage quite possibly bears no relation to how he is in real life. He might be horrible. He’s certainly very highly strung I think. You can tell that he’s quite tense about his act going well, he doesn’t really like hecklers (even good natured ones), and he got quite cross in the middle of his act about the spotlight not following him properly. I imagine he’s quite high maintenance. But he’s so sweet, I just wanted to take him home with me.
    Chris seemed to have a very good birthday weekend anyway, with all these activities to entertain him. I’m thoroughly exhausted now though and will need to try to catch up on some sleep. Particularly as we’re probably having another big night out next weekend (again at the Hanbury, which seems to be taking all my money at the moment) for Boogaloo Stu’s Pop Kraft.
    Honestly, with all this socialising and debauchery it’s getting quite difficult to maintain my shy and retiring image.

  9. Blogging catch-up

    August 17, 2009 by superlative

    It’s been ages since I wrote something on my blog, so I thought I’d better make the effort to post a little something today. Largely it’s because I haven’t been at work, where I’m sat in front of a computer all day with nothing better to do than bore you all with my daily doings.

    I’ve had quite a nice week off, and I’ve done quite a few things, although as always it feels like the time has gone really quickly.

    I’ve been camping in Essex, which was quite fun. I’m still not hugely keen on sleeping in a tent though, particularly as I was nearly asphixiated at 5am by it. I was worried that we’d be cold, so I closed all the flaps up apart from the “vent” in the top, not realising however that the vent did absolutely nothing at all. So after four hours of sleep our oxygen had been entirely depleted, and I started to have an odd dream where I was breathing but nothing was going in. And then I woke up with a start and found that I could indeed inhale quite happily, but was still nearly on the point of passing out from lack of oxygen. Stupid tent. A few minutes of panting on the grass after ripping the door open and all was well again, but it still wasn’t much fun.

    I’ve also had a couple of nice nights out, accompanied by the obligatory not-so-nice mornings after. We actually managed to get to Pop Kraft, Boogaloo Stu’s new Brighton night, this weekend and it was really good! Great pop music, porno badges, and free jelly beans, what more could you want? I’ll definitely try to go again, especially to the Saturday special they do sometimes. I’m not sure I can handle clubbing on a Thursday night any more.

    I went to Revenge as well recently, the first time I’ve been there in ages. It was only okay I have to say. They have a nice new roof terrace now, which is quite pleasant when you need a rest, but consequently you can no longer leave the club and get stamped to come back in. We used to like that, because then you could flit around between Revenge and Vavoom and anywhere else that took your fancy without being pinned down in one place. It also seems that Revenge has become very lesbian in recent months. Not that I mind lesbians as a general rule of course, I know some very nice ones, but there’s a certain kind of lesbian that Revenge attracts in droves that really REALLY pisses me off. They’re generally of less than average height, and they seem to have developed the notion that everyone is going to persecute them. They therefore exhibit an unnecessary level of pre-emptive aggression in order to ward you off, and it’s fucking annoying! There’s just no need for it. Often they take up far more than their fair share of the dance floor, they dance wildly, and they SHOVE if you get too near them. But woe betide you if you should shove them back, oh no, because then you get an earful off an overweight cluster of snaggle-toothed sweaty faced little dwarves. And if Pink comes on, the apparent music of choice for these marauding herds of wildebeests, you better run for it because then they flail and mosh and elbow even harder than usual.

    So it put me off a bit to be honest. I’ll probably still go occasionally, but I don’t rate Revenge any more really. That doesn’t leave many options for clubbing really though: Legends is alright but I don’t like the smug pug-faced man who owns it and it’s generally quite an old crowd in there; Charles Street is only open certain nights; and Ghetto used to be very good but seems to be dead all the time now. So er… that’s no good gay clubs left. No wonder people aren’t going out like they used to.

    Anyway, I’m back to work tomorrow after my week and a half off. I’ve just waded through my emails and deleted the most twatty and irrelevant, and my backlog doesn’t look too bad. It’s amazing how quickly I can get annoyed with work again though, when I’m not even there yet! “Oh this webpage still says this, that’s really wrong now, it should have been taken down a couple of weeks ago”. Er did you ask me to take it down? No! I’m not psychic dear.

    Still, I at least only have a three-day week again this week. I’m then going on an introduction to scuba diving (yes, you heard me!) next Saturday, followed by another wedding reception in the evening, so that should be quite good.

    I shall try to blog more often in the interim, as I don’t like to think of you all forlornly clicking on refresh every ten minutes to see if I’ve posted anything new and being disappointed.


  10. A damp and drunken Pride

    August 5, 2009 by superlative

    It was Brighton Pride last weekend. While I always enjoy it, I’m not quite as mad on it as some people seem to be – looking forward to it all year, updating their Facebook for the month before it with “13 sleeps to go until Pride!”, and then running round ejaculating “Happy Pride! Happy Pride!” at everyone on the day. It’s quite fun, but it’s not THAT good…

    This year it was slightly spoiled by the very ill-timed weather. Friday? Lovely. Sunday? Lovely. Saturday? Heavy rain on and off from 1pm until 8pm. So not great, I have to say.
    It stayed dry for the parade at least, as it would have been rather miserable to see the rain slowly dissolve people’s papier maché outfits into sloppy goo. They said it was the “biggest and best parade ever”, but they always say that, and I found most of the floats rather mediocre. Lots of the gay bars who normally do floats didn’t even bother this year, so it was primarily political parties, public services, and a couple of banks.
    The Conservative Party excelled itself though by having some of the fittest boys on their float, including a rather nice one in red shorts. He spotted us taking lots of photos of him (and then catching up with the float later on and taking some more) and he waved lots in an appreciative manner.

    I was rather disappointed to see that the Labour Party parade people, aside from being exceptionally sub par in appearance, were wearing stupid red t-shirts that proclaimed “Never kissed a Tory – never will.” So pathetic! What has that got to do with Pride? And they clearly hadn’t seen the boy on the Conservative float before making that commitment… I’d kiss him. I’d kiss him good. But honestly, it’s ridiculous the amount of negative campaigning Labour supporters indulge in – half the time they don’t even mention their own policies, they just campaign on a platform of ‘You have to vote for us or the mean old Tories will get in’. Tsk. Anyway, I digress.
    We did go up to the park for a while, but after sheltering from the rain in the Wild Fruit tent for 40 minutes we decided it wasn’t really worth the effort and we bailed out.
    The street parties in the evening are always much more fun anyway, and as usual ours was one of the roads they closed for it. It’s ever so convenient to live just upstairs from all the action, and it’s rather economical too as you can just bring your own drinks from home. So we spent a fair bit of the evening just wandering around Kemp Town checking out hot boys and emptying out our drinks cabinet.
    The mixture of champagne, wine, vodka, cookie dough-flavoured shots and cider did take its toll on me though, and by 1.30am I was rather out of it. I remember being sat on the kerb on my road for quite a bit, while a girl angrily told me that the pollips up her nose were preventing her from taking her coke. I didn’t really like that, so I staggered off to bed, and was fortunately too drunk to care about the remaining noise from the street.
    On Sunday I felt really rather ill, but I did manage a walk in the sun, and an alcohol-free hour or two in the daytime street parties they have on the Sunday afternoon. I did my usual thing of swearing off booze for a while, but it only lasted until 9pm when I had a glass of wine “to finish it up because it’s open” and “to help me sleep” (both good excuses).
    It wasn’t the best Pride I’ve been to, mostly because of the rain, but it was quite good. It made us appreciate our flat and our location a bit more again too, so I think we might stay put a bit longer before we worry to much about moving.