This crap was written yesterday…
In addition to having spent three years as a couple this very day, IC and I are off to Italy in exactly one fortnight where a couple of days later we’re due to be married. Even typing that fries my brain. If you were to have read the miserable dirge in the earlier days of this crap such a concept would have seemed less conceivable than flying tortoises. In the spirit of marital tradition, this weekend pays witness to my stag-do. I’ve an inkling of what is going to happen as my brother has organised it -I’ve been privy to the odd question regarding the basic nature of the occasion- but essentially I’m clueless; I don’t even know how many mates are coming though apparently it’s ‘quite a few.’
The long weekend past has been marvellous. It’s involved a bit more drinking that anticipated, some of it conducted in Victoria Park with a Frisbee so help me god, but most in a particular boozer in Hackney, which was nice.
On Saturday IC and I took the train to Gatwick to see a couple of pals, we sat in their garden drinking wine and chatting about death and what cunts Tesco are before gingerly making our way back. Sunday was Easter so IC, my bro and I made our way to my folks. The trains were packed solid for the whole journey there and back but it was worth the effort, largely because there was no booze being plied so it gave my poor liver a chance to re-cooperate. We spent the usual family afternoon playing with the nieces and taking turns to offend mum by loudly belching with the occasional fart for good measure. That evening I accidentally stayed up all night listening to death metal with the odd glass of wine while IC slept soundly in bed, for some reason, at the time, I felt I needed it, which I most certainly didn’t. It made the following bank holiday Monday a bit clunky, but I clung on and pulled through like a hero/piss pot.
The intervening days at work have been an utter waste of time. I’ve had to come into the office for miserly meetings when I really should’ve be at home writing or tossing my orb, but at least it makes it easier to get to the West End where I’m due to meet IC for a spot of dinner at a favoured restaurant.
In a similarly positive vein I’m only having a half day tomorrow, I’ve an appointment with a tattooist in the afternoon. I’m not sure I mentioned this but the work I had done a couple of months ago wasn’t to my satisfaction. I’m hoping (to put it fucking mildly) that the bloke whose being doing wonderful things on M’s arm can rectify the design issue on mine. I’ll be done by six, at which point the long weekend part two begins in earnest.
Join me next week why don’t you. Here’s Gerry’s chart and tune from within. Before I go I’d just like to remember Poly Styrene. She was fucking brilliant. Goodnight, Ma’am.
NO. ARTIST SONG TITLE Last Week Weeks On High Pos
30 Morrissey Glamorous Glue NE 1 30
29 White Lies Strangers 20 9 4
28 Beth Ditto I Wrote The Book 23 9 15
27 Airborne Toxic Event Numb NE 1 27
26 Cage The Elephant Around My Head NE 1 26
25 Nero Guilt 29 2 25
24 Interpol Lights 16 7 8
23 Friendly Fires Live Those Days Tonight NE 1 23
22 Unkle ft Nick Cave Only The Lonely 19 4 19
21 Beady Eye Millionaire 27 2 21
20 Morning Parade A & E 14 9 1
19 Hurts Illuminated 22 3 19
18 The Vaccines If You Wanna 12 8 5
17 My Passion The Mess We Made Of Our Lives 24 2 17
16 Poly Styrene Virtual Boyfriend 11 9 2
15 The Blackout Higher And Higher 13 5 13
14 The Guillemots The Basket 17 5 14
13 P J Harvey The Glorious Land NE 1 13
12 The Wombats Anti-D 15 7 12
11 Death Cab For Cutie You Are A Tourist 9 4 9
10 Pigeon Detectives Done In Secret 5 6 4
9 Cage The Elephant Shake Me Down 4 12 1
8 The Young Knives Love My Name 7 4 7
7 The National Conversation 16 18 2 7
6 Arctic Monkeys Don’t Sit Down ‘Cause I’ve Moved The Chair 10 3 6
5 Snoop Dogg v David Guetta Sweat 6 6 5
4 Feeder Side By Side 2 4 2
3 The Joy Formidable Whirring 3 5 3
2 The Kills Satellite 1 5 1
1 Japanese Voyeurs Get Hole 8 3 1