The Weekend-belated post

The weekend was rather packed, and emotional on so many levels that I needed it to sink in, but now I am ready to face it.

Friday

Firstly there were farewell drinks for one of the guys from work who was deported back to Australia. We're hoping he's coming back in a month's time once his visa is sorted out.

Afterwards, I went to Khalid's birthday drinks at Trash Palace, which was awesome fun but short-lived. The Palace is open until 3am but for some reason my mates have suddenly turned into light-weights and only myself, Sid and Lvpl St David were there after 1:30. Tsk. What's happening to us?


I was hammered and made a nuisance of myself (sorry Tommy-but thanks for the Fag Mag comment, it makes so much sense!) and danced around. Aladair and I were molested by some scary fucked blonde queen at one point, it was very bizarre. Also rude because were having an in-depth conversation about suede/the tears.

I also ran into Sotiris whom I hadn't seen in about a year, and we tried to chat but we were both very drunk.

Saturday

I woke up later than anticipated and dashed for the shower. I was due in Enfield in 2 hours for the FA Cup final. My mobile had stopped working to, so I was scrambling around trying to make all my plans for the day before I left the house (how archaic!)

The weather was warm but terribly wet. When I clambered up the hill to Andreea's house in Enfield it was pouring it down. And they weren't in. I know she'd tried to call me but my phone was not responsive. I waited for a while and admired the serenity of the Ridgeway.

Adam and Andreea pulled up with just minutes to spare for kick-off and a lot of food. Adam and I sat down, and then Adam's parent's Jill and Dave turned up as well; however, Andreea was in the kitchen for the entire first half making food and drinks despite our pleas for her to sit down. When she finally did the ref blew the half time whistle.

The match was intense, and United were kicking Arsenal ass, and completely dominating the game. They just couldn't find the back of the net. After 90 minutes it was still 0-0.

The rest is history. Even though United were the better team, Arsenal won on penalties. I am comforted in knowing that it will be a bit of a hollow and unsatisfactory victory for the Gooners. Even their manager Wenger couldn't smile as he was interviewed after the match.

Eurovision

I had to rush from Enfield to Holloway to Stuart's place in Bethnal Green where he was having a Eurovision watching get-together.

When I arrived in Finsbury Park there was chaos everywhere and many honking cars as Arse-hole fans celebrated. Grr.

As the match had gone into extra time, I arrived late at Stuart's house. I rang the bell several times but there was no answer. I then heard clapping and cheering coming from his flat. I knew I'd missed the British entry, Javine. I had to ring Stu's mobile to be let in.

The rest of Eurovision was pretty hilarious, as it tends to be. As last year's winner used a lot of drums most acts had percussionist and drum solo, to which Terry Wogan commented "If I don't hear a drum again until Christmas I will be a very happy man."

UnSkinny Bop

Afterwards, Richard, Stuart and I went to Unskinny Bop, which was just a laugh. Michael was DJing when we arrived and it was all very indie and happy. It brought back memories of room2 at Heaven.

Michael was followed by some guy that played Soul and R&B, it kinda sucked but afterwards the Unskinny Bop girls came on and rocked the place. I also go reacquainted with Chris and Graham of ol' school Room2 days. Rob and Steve W also showed up and it was just a happy, breezy night with a lot of dancing. I love the place.