A Mixed Weekend

Now that I am finally learning to keep my weekends to myself and not let work-related stuff get in the way, it's very disheartening to know that the weekend always ends in the blink of an eye. So here I am at work on Monday morning willing for the day (nay, the week) to end quickly (obviously I have no problem with letting blogging get in the way of work!).

After a few long hot weeks (yes, in London, would you believe it?), it finally rained on Friday but this apparently caused flash floods in Hammersmith and the entire public transport system was effected - nothing new there. For a second we all thought it was Katrina making her way towards us. We were all due to go to Matt's mate's birthday in Sand Bar in Clapham, our names were on the guest list BUT get this, after 9p.m. you still had to pay a fiver to get in. Now I think guestlists are poncey enough as they are but they should at least guarantee you one of two things; free immediate entry or you still pay a cover charge but you skip the queue and go straight in. There was no queue at Sand Bar and you still had to pay a fiver. What a load of bollocks. So me, Matt, Owen, Tom and Dan fuelled up at the pub opposite the road and I succeeded in winding Owen up all night long on all aspects from politics to music. Result! Me and Matt eventually went to the party (Matt paid the fiver for me after my incessant whinging) - it was a good party bar an incident involving a skinny whore who couldn't dance.

Saturday, I tried to get Suchen's bike off him but after realising it would be a nightmare dragging it back I decided to leave it till some time this week. Me and Matt went to Greenwich and we have now fallen it love with the place. I can't believe it's actually in London. Then we met Munhoy and Grush (Ash joined us later) to go see Saian Supa Crew. I've updated it on my Gigs & Concerts page. After the gig me, Munhoy and Matt went to a gay bar in Soho and we met Northern Ireland's Male Model of the Year and his attention-seeking boyfriend, Joey who is Kate "I'm a Waste of Space" Lawler's best friend and showed off Rebecca Loos' phone number to me. Munhoy and I found them quite amusing albeit shallow but after watching them tongue each other for an hour or so, Matt's gay tolerance level reached its end and we left. But just so you know, if you want a bar that opens late and doesn't charge you to get in, gay bars are the way forward and you know you'll never get harrassed (well unless you're a bloke) and every guy can dance. Although gay people's taste in music is much to be desired.