Despite the snow, I ventured out into the cold last night to meet up with my bro, Harry, Frank, Red and Roger for a curry on Brick Lane. We met up in a bar packed full of cunts, a combination of failed DJ-types and City yobs, all jostling for bar position with no regard to others. Dreadful it was.
To give some sort of a clue as to the sorts of people we’re dealing with here, I witnessed some tool showing off to two harridans by attempting a one-handed leapfrog after exiting the bar I was about to enter. He caught his pills on the top of a bollard, a really solid, satisfying crunch, and fell forward in utter agony as his two companions screeched with laughter. I stopped to watch, silently smoking, just to make sure he was really hurt. His attempts at clawing back some dignity by trying to pass off the incident as some sort of deliberate comedic prat fall were curtailed by his face being whiter than the snow falling around his fucking head and real tears of agony. He stumbled to his feet milking the ‘feign hurt’ routine, which made the spectacle even more ludicrous as he was visibly close to passing out. By now the two slatterns could see through his pathetic skit and their laughter took on an altogether richer and menacing chuckle; now they were laughing at the very essence of his being as he floundered in the snow, his broken, shattered grimace buffering a scream for the children he’d never, ever be able to father as his woolly hat slid further forward over his eyes. He was hurt alright, I put my cigarette out and went to join the boys.
The curry house was full, our fellow diners noisy but in good cheer. We ordered beers and started to dictate dishes to the waiter as poppadoms and pickles appeared at out our elbows. I was already half way stuffed before a mountain of technicolor food was laid out in front of us and we dug in relentlessly. It was over indulgence on a vast scale, my hands and mouth operating at double speed in order to satisfy my insane desire to quite literally get it under my belt. Curry has this effect on me; I don’t know what it is about this genre of spicy food by there appears to be no desire to savour the flavour, the preference is getting it down the neck with minimum chewing. All the while we discussed The Godfather, Indian Jones, and touched on each of our plans for the forthcoming season after checking the general state of play of the collective. It was a fine way to see off the English leg of the Christmas period, now the serious stuff can commence.
After a day at the fucking office, there is the works Christmas party which is already down on staff due to the snow. I must be careful that I don’t get too pissed as I intend to meet IC later at her bash before heading home to finish off the packing for Italy. We’re going to hang out for a bit and at 2am or so head for Liverpool Street to get the bus to Stanstead. The flight is scheduled for 6am, it doesn’t seem at all real that I’m going, mentally I’m completely unprepared which is probably a good thing as I’m no fan of flying.
That’s if we actually go tomorrow, more snow is forecast and Stanstead, as I type this, is the only London Airport that’s both open and not experiencing severe delays. I cannot begin to tell you how much I hope the flight isn’t delayed or cancelled. The last thing I want to do is spend the start of my holidays in a fucking airport lounge.
Right, that’s it. I may post before 2010, if I do it’ll be after Christmas and my fucking FORTY FIRST (how the hell did that happen?) birthday. Breaking with protocol Gerry’s chart will have no tune, instead a Christmas treat. Merry Christmas, yeah.
NO. ARTIST SONG TITLE LAST WEEK WEEKS ON
30 Bombay Bicycle Club Always Like This 26 5
29 Rammstein Pussy 24 13
28 Julian Casablancas I Wish It Was Christmas Today NE 1
27 The Horrors Whole New Way 19 5
26 Goldhawks Running Away NE 1
25 Lostprophets Where We Belong 29 2
24 Green Day 21st Century Breakdown 19 5
23 The Drums I Feel Stupid 17 6
22 Editors Papillon 16 15
21 Simian Mobile Disco Cruel Intentions 28 2
20 Arctic Monkeys Cornerstone 13 7
19 The Temper Trap Fader 22 3
18 30 Seconds To Mars Kings And Queens 12 7
17 Vampire Weekend Cousins 23 2
16 Timbaland/N. Furtado/ SoShy Morning After Dark 30 2
15 Mumford And Sons Winter Winds 18 4
14 The Cribs We Share The Same Skies 21 6
13 Death Cab For Cutie Meet Me At The Equinox 10 8
12 A Place To Bury Strangers In Your Heart 8 5
11 Ian Brown Just Like You 15 4
10 Ou Est Le Swimming Pool Dance The Way I Feel 7 5
9 AFI Medicate 9 5
8 Athlete Black Swan Song 6 8
7 Depeche Mode Fragile Tension 14 3
6 Fightstar A City On Fire 11 4
5 Paramore Brick By Boring Brick 4 8
4 Muse Undisclosed Desires 2 7
3 Pearl Jam Got Some 5 3
2 Chase And Status ft Plan B End Credits 3 7
1 Them Crooked Vultures New Fang 1 6