haonowshaokao

So.
Had my mum, stepdad, sister and sister’s boyfriend over last weekend for a brief visit. Work got in the way again, so all it was possible to do really was go to vegetarian restaurants and walk about a bit. Good to see them all again and that, would like to have made it a bit longer but there you go.
Then on Tuesday at about 7pm I got a phonecall from Jan to say that he was in Brighton with a (girl)friend, so I went down to the pavilion and found them, then went to the pub to drink the same beer we have in Prague but at 6 times the price. We had some wine and smokes after and I was in no fit state to work the next day but did anyway, then had some noodles with Jan & Jo and said bye until next month (or something like that), when I’m coming to Prague to visit.
A few generally uneventful days passed, then comedylisa came down on Saturday night, so we drank lots more beer, looked at shoes and otherwise had a bank holiday weekend on the beach, watching the sea come in and lap over sunbathers. My skin even went a tenth of a shade darker, then started to peel. Lying down was a bit too tiring in the end, so we went to see the palace pier, horrific but essential, then back home to watch ‘Blow’. Today we got the shoes and she disappeared off to London, then Prague. Good to see her again, will see where our paths cross next.

I’m writing up my weekend at Lost Vagueness, expect that soon.
After pulling a sickie for that I did a day of work then got genuinely ill. I’ll bet it was a corornation chicken sandwich I got from Somerfield. I knew it was dodgy when I found out it was on budget wholemeal bread and had green peppers in it, but ate it anyway. The doctor gave me some pills which have made it impossible to eat anything but rice.
Am 70% better now but bored beyond belief.

Woke at 11, had some lunch and off to work. Outside could hear the gay pride thing going on all day, cheering, fireworks, etc. It was very quiet, so I managed to type up a whole pile of notes.
Stayed there until 10 and then had to walk through Saturday night town, something that gives me the fear if I’m sober, even in Brighton. Met up with Duncan, Amelia and Charlie at the Sussex Arts Club for the monthly thing there, which is always a cool night. This time my favourite new innovation was a display board with scrolling text saying “You are having fun. This is fun.” It was strange to be going out clubbing straight after work, so I started necking beers as fast as possible to catch up with everyone. Bumped into Stewart, who I met in Prague a couple of times. He was a little surprised to see me, to say the least. Then he introduced to some bird he knew who’d “interviewed” me a couple of years back. Was getting on very well indeed with her when her friends came and physically dragged her away. When I found her again there was some guy with his hand on her lap and she seemed a little embarrassed. It’s so hard to pull in Brighton – all the girls either seem to be gayers or have boyfriends or are either hideous or out of my league.
Anyway, everyone left at 1 for some reason, hung around on my own for a bit then walked home. Why is it that decent nights out always sound miserable when looked back at the next day avec hangover?

Went out last night to the Unity pub quiz. Had two staropramen, two arguments, a beer spilled on me, got the quizmaster to say ‘I am a cunt’ in Czech repeatedly, came fifth (not bad as it was just me answering questions), came home, tried to stop Amalia scratching / biting / killing me for half an hour or so, watched Eurotrash, went off to the land of kip. It was a cool night.
Today we were meant to go the advice centre to find out how we can avoid going to jail for not paying the council tax bill from last year but everyone was too lazy so I went off to buy some new sensible work trousers. As expected they were all too tight to put on, ridiculously large or (and this is 90% or so) cut in the ‘office perv’ style as so:

So I gave up without buying anything and went to work, where I got a call from a guy asking why his card wasn’t working and had to tell him he’d died of Leukaemia three months ago according to our records. Odd as it means we must’ve received a death certificate from his next of kin.

It was my 26th birthday on Saturday, so I called up work at midday, had a cough down the phone a bit, then went off with Duncan & Amelia for my birthday treat meal in the American-style burger bar. It was well cool. Then in the evening we went with Amalia and Natalia to the Smirnoff Experience at the racecourse after drinking a watermelon full of vodka. Saw the Infidels, who were a bit like Apollo 440 pretending to be the Strokes. They’ve got a song on an advert, so everyone cheered that. We tried to get upstairs to see Herbaliser but it was like the black hole of Calcutta up there so I went down to check out British Sea Power, who weren’t half bad – a lot better than on record, I’d say. As we left I bumped into my old boss Andrew, who told me loads of shit about how the office (doesn’t) work – pretty shocking, really. It took us half an hour to walk home as we got lost twice.