I had a dreadful start to the morning. I should’ve imagined it was on account of the huge pile of red cabbage, onion, garlic on purple sprouting broccoli with half a side of chicken I consumed at 11pm after drinking 4 pints of (and I kid you not) ‘Old Muck’ at the local pub. It was eaten with some haste in front of MasterChef and it was probably that which caused me to continue throwing food at my masticating maw way after my stomach was more bloated than haggis.
Way before my alarm deployed I was woken by the most horrific emission from the depths of my duvet. First an explosion of brown noise, then the most disgraceful odour that arrived into my nostrils with such intensity I was jettisoned from my bed with my eyeballs stinging from tears and gagging like I’d just eaten Susan Boyles hair.
It was 6.13 am.
I’m in a less than amused state sitting here writing this I can tell you. I’m bloody exhausted and my poor guts are moaning like Nigel Farage in the European Parliament. Still, on the bright side, it’s much milder today; yesterday was awful, pissing rain all day.
I had another meeting in the morning at a coffee shop at London Bridge then back in the office in time to spend the rest of the afternoon bored out my chuff. Once in I learnt that I’ve another fucking meeting tomorrow, unfortunately this means that there will be no Piqued ending a very slow week of not much on ‘ere.
Before I leave you with Gerry’s chart, a tune and an early wish that you’ve good weekends (spare a thought for me learning Italian from 10 til 4 on both Saturday and Sunday) I’ll leave you with one final gripe. Women stumbling about on account of high heels. Why the fuck do they bother? Yesterday, whilst with client, streams of women clopped by with pained expressions, walking as if they’d been inserted with rasps. This was bad enough on the less portly examples, one poor victim, dragging about an arse as large as the head of Nelson Mandela outside the Royal Festival Hall, looked like one of those Raptors in Jurassic Park, but fatter.
Catch you Monday, yeah. Ciao.
NO. ARTIST SONG TITLE LAST WEEK WEEKS ON
30 Example Won’t Go Quietly 25 3
29 Editors You Don’t Know Love 22 10
28 Kids In Glass Houses Matters At All NE 1
27 Gorillaz Stylo 30 2
26 Hot Chip One Life Stand 20 9
25 Band Of Skulls I Know What I Am NE 1
24 Delphic Halcyon NE 1
23 I Blame Coco Caesar 18 7
22 Bombay Bicycle Club Evening/Morning 27 2
21 Eels A Line In The Dirt 23 4
20 Marina And The Diamonds Hollywood 16 8
19 Alkaline Trio This Addiction 29 2
18 Flyleaf Again 14 7
17 Pearl Jam Got Some 12 13
16 Good Shoes Under Control 19 4
15 Mumford And Sons The Cave 21 3
14 The xx VCR 8 6
13 Kasabian Vlad The Impaler 11 5
12 Renegades Renegades 13 4
11 Wolfmother White Feather 15 3
10 Alice In Chains Your Decision 6 9
9 Yeah Yeah Yeahs Skeletons 17 2
8 United Nations Of Sound Are You Ready? 9 4
7 Muse Resistance 5 6
6 Rob Zombie Sick Bubblegum 10 3
5 The Big Pink Velvet 4 4
4 Miike Snow Sylvia 7 4
3 Japanese Voyeurs That Love Sound 2 4
2 The Courteeners You Overdid It Doll 3 5
1 Rammstein Ich Tu Dir Weh 1 6