Blog post 'One Hell of a Week'
One Hell of a Week
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I'm back in London now, and I'm feeling much better thanks to Rawr and k80r, who plied me with pizza and cake 'til I was happy again.
One of the most important things I have to tell you is that its LGBT History Month, so get out there and celebrate it while its still here, yeah?
Last night we had a special version of Gav's Gay Disco at Goldsmiths SU with scenesters Scottee and Jodie Harsh (check my gallery for a couple of photos).
I swear never to go clubbing again unless its a gay bar - the music is better, the people are sparklier, and the drinks are cheaper.
Generally, my week has been an interesting one; my Mother, who has professed a lifelong disgust at any form of tattoo or body mod, dragged me to Camden so she could get her belly button pierced.
This required her to stay a couple of nights, and led to great confusion for my flatmate Dan.
Dan is extremely indie, and his kitchen cupboard appears to contain nothing but cereal; he sings songs about stirring ingredients in a bowl whilst stirring ingredients in a bowl, and tends to walk around in his shorts and nothing else.
Even though he's not my type, he is still good looking; he once held a conversation with me while he was shirtless and I was chopping peppers.
I nearly lost a finger.
Anyway, my Mother had left her coat in the car, and it was cold out, so I lent her my Fall Out Boy hoodie and a black skull cap, and e went to the shops.
For some reason this made Dan think I had gone into my room with one person, and come out with a different one.
Thats right, i'm smuggling emos illegally.
I took my Mother to Covent Garden, where we witnessed 'razzi descend from the trees like ninjas to get a snap of Kevin Spacey (currently acting on stage at the Old Vic).
In Soho, we saw Vic Reeves having a coffee, and he smiled at my Mother who promptly geeked out.
Parts of Camden Market had burnt down while I was away, including my favourite Japanese imports shop, the place I got my lip pierced, and The Whoarley Arms (Sarawr is devastated).
At the moment I am pretending to work in the library; Rawr is visiting tomorrow, and we're off to see Mr Noel Fielding's art exhibition at Maison Bertaux in Soho.
Before she arrives I have to write an essay, tidy up, and redye the pink bits in my hair - there's not enough time.
Good god, that last bit was girly...
One of the most important things I have to tell you is that its LGBT History Month, so get out there and celebrate it while its still here, yeah?
Last night we had a special version of Gav's Gay Disco at Goldsmiths SU with scenesters Scottee and Jodie Harsh (check my gallery for a couple of photos).
I swear never to go clubbing again unless its a gay bar - the music is better, the people are sparklier, and the drinks are cheaper.
Generally, my week has been an interesting one; my Mother, who has professed a lifelong disgust at any form of tattoo or body mod, dragged me to Camden so she could get her belly button pierced.
This required her to stay a couple of nights, and led to great confusion for my flatmate Dan.
Dan is extremely indie, and his kitchen cupboard appears to contain nothing but cereal; he sings songs about stirring ingredients in a bowl whilst stirring ingredients in a bowl, and tends to walk around in his shorts and nothing else.
Even though he's not my type, he is still good looking; he once held a conversation with me while he was shirtless and I was chopping peppers.
I nearly lost a finger.
Anyway, my Mother had left her coat in the car, and it was cold out, so I lent her my Fall Out Boy hoodie and a black skull cap, and e went to the shops.
For some reason this made Dan think I had gone into my room with one person, and come out with a different one.
Thats right, i'm smuggling emos illegally.
I took my Mother to Covent Garden, where we witnessed 'razzi descend from the trees like ninjas to get a snap of Kevin Spacey (currently acting on stage at the Old Vic).
In Soho, we saw Vic Reeves having a coffee, and he smiled at my Mother who promptly geeked out.
Parts of Camden Market had burnt down while I was away, including my favourite Japanese imports shop, the place I got my lip pierced, and The Whoarley Arms (Sarawr is devastated).
At the moment I am pretending to work in the library; Rawr is visiting tomorrow, and we're off to see Mr Noel Fielding's art exhibition at Maison Bertaux in Soho.
Before she arrives I have to write an essay, tidy up, and redye the pink bits in my hair - there's not enough time.
Good god, that last bit was girly...
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