As implied, the past couple of days have been rather heavy. I saw Rosh on Wednesday at a posh boozer in Holland Park –posh enough to host Victoria Wood who was drinking (vodka and ginger beer) with what I assume was her agent- and got fucked. At some point bread-based fare was consumed in between the bottles of house-red and gales of laughter, which was handy for the dreadful trip home.
It was about 10.30 when I arrived at my local. This wasn’t on the cards but IC had texted me to say that one of our pals had invited us there for birthday drinks, as she was engaged with her office Christmas party I thought I’d go, foolishly.
As it turned out IC was a day early, but Anton was there anyway so I figured I’d stick around until midnight to get the greetings in early… I arrived home before 1am fucking arseholed and got stuck into some music. At around 3am rolled in, she was in a worse state than me… in fact I was quite terrified for the journey she’d just taken. After that all becomes a bit hazy.
As you can imagine the hangover yesterday was rather intense but I muddled through, I got some work done, saw Swineshead for a cuppa, cleaned the flat and did a spot of shopping for the evening’s knees-up at 9.
Oscar had invited a few friends over to his for a festive cheese and wine party, but first we nipped to the local to see Anton. I had to ask him if he’d been home since our last meeting as he was sat in the exact same spot. We had one with him and made the brief 5-minute journey to the party.
On entering Oscars flat the smell of cheese was enough to snap back the head. A bunch of our gothy mates were crowded round a large table groaning with a vast and varied selection of cheese and, as it happens, wine. We got stuck into the comestibles and social wotnots like professionals and a superb evening unfurled like a spring Crocus, though a somewhat more pungent version.
In many respects this was our last London hurrah before New Years Eve and we took full advantage of the occasion. Oddly I didn’t feel too bad when I got up this morning, this may have been down to the cheese that made itself know to me a couple of hours ago when I nearly smashed the bog in the office. It was like giving birth to Mike Tyson’s neck.
I’m off to see Hawkwind tonight with Jamie and on Saturday we pack, attend an appointment (you’ll know what/why soonish) meet my bro, then a few friends for drinks before a quiet dinner at a favourite restaurant and at 3am in the fucking morning we set off for Stanstead to catch the flight to Italy…
So allow me to wish you all a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. I’ll be back on here before the 7th to tell what happened.
Here’s Gerry’s chart and a festive smash-up. Be good.
NO. ARTIST SONG TITLE Last Week Weeks On High Pos
30 Vampire Weekend Run NE 1 30
29 Grinderman Worm Tamer 21 6 10
28 The Drums Me And The Moon NE 1 28
27 The View Sunday 19 5 14
26 My Chemical Romance Sing 26 2 26
25 Corey Taylor X-MA$ NE 1 25
24 Frankie And The Heartstrings Ungrateful 15 11 3
23 Apocalyptica ftBrent Smith Not Strong Enough 18 5 18
22 Arcade Fire The Suburbs 27 2 22
21 Hurts AllIWant For Christmas Is NewYear’sDay NE 1 21
20 The National Terrible Love 13 6 13
19 Mona Trouble On The Way 26 2 19
18 Sleigh Bells Infinity Guitars 10 7 3
17 Kings Of Leon Pyro 14 4 14
16 The Vaccines Wreckin’ Bar (Ra Ra Ra) 16 2 16
15 Bullet For My Valentine Bittersweet Memories 22 3 15
14 Two Door Cinema Club I Can Talk 8 9 2
13 IsobelCampbell&MarkLaneganYouWon’tLetMeDownAgain 95 9
12 Blood Red Shoes Light It Up 11 5 11
11 Paramore Playing God 16 4 11
10 Japanese Voyeurs Milk Teeth 12 3 10
9 Manic Street Preachers Some Kind Of Nothingness 6 4 6
8 White Lies Bigger Than Us 17 2 8
7 The Pretty Reckless Just Tonight 20 2 7
6 Skunk Anansie Over The Love 5 7 5
5 Beady Eye Bring The Light 7 3 5
4 Hurts Stay 4 9 1
3 The Courteeners Scratch My Name Upon Your Lips2 5 2
2 Crystal Castles ft R Smith Not In Love 3 5 2
1 Pulled Apart By Horses Yeah Buddy 1 5 1