Got halfway through updating this thing and it broke, so I gave up yesterday. Well. Went out Friday for a quiet drink that ended up not being so quiet. space_chicken was bored and wanted to go for a drink, owen was at Retro and so we went to join him. boyblu (Chris) was also there, recovering from having been run over by a bus on Tuesday. Or something like that. He was a tad wrecked too, as he forgot to take his drugs on Thurs and so took double on Fri to make up for it...something that sounded suspiciously like “peroxide” which probably explains his internal blondness Owen decided he liked Adam (space_chicken) on account of Adam being the only person able to shut Chris up. Which he did frequently and comically, as Chris seemed unable to manage a comeback to that angelic face... So we got more drunk. Owen, having sniffed gin seemed mysteriously and rather suddenly to be going to Chariots with Nav. We opted for the Swan. Kevin and MrsKevin (god, I am so crap with names, think it might have been Darren but not sure) turned up too...only ever met Kevin once, but he’s cool, and Darren seemed really nice as well. Tho sat at their table were the most obnoxious pooves ever. The types that shout out loud and offensive statements because it’s far easier for them than creating a conversation of their very own. Kevin attempted to remove one of them temporarily with a ruse that involved giving the loudest one a shiny gold coin for the jukebox in the hope that that would keep him busy for a few minutes. Sadly it backfired when he returned within a minute with more drinks and proceeded to loudly sing to everything he’d put on... 11pm arrived far too quickly, so we all staggered for the bus (cept Kevin who wasn’t drinking) and jumped on board, running for the back like lil schoolkids. We then took a whiff of the huge pile of vomit that we all entirely failed to notice on the way in and ran for upstairs, retching. Upon arrival at the Swan, both Adam and Chris went to the bar and returned, each with a drink for the other. Which mostly set the tone for the rest of the evening. We talked at length about life, death and shopping, all came away with a sense of having had a great time, I suspect only Kevin knows that all we did was slur incoherently into our drinks. Some of us danced. Ben was there and was raving about having started performance art again, which sounded really good fun. All piled back to the flat, sans Ben, for more drinks and stuff. Woke up in the morning at about 12:05pm to a bouncing chicken that should really have been gagged. I so want to be there for his first hangover We bummed about the flat, I put on the Requiem for a Dream OST very loud as it’s great for hangovers and the two remaining people in the flat seemed impressed with the noises so I ascertained from that that they’d not seen Requiem for a Dream and slapped it on. Both were suitably impressed I think. I played them a bit of Darren Aronofsky’s interview with Hubert Selby Jr (the author of both that and Last Exit to Brooklyn) and Ellen Burstyn just so they could get a sense of what she looked like without the fantastic makeup they made her wear in the film... After much discussion about that, we decided (well, I did) to do some photos for Adam, as he seemed to be losing clothes throughout the day anyways and was down to his boxers Took about 50 or so, some which came out very well, some which were very silly. He’s a natural poser. The poser. We all had fun and they left and I buggered about online for a bit and then went to sleep for a while so I could get up bright an early for my Mother today. Went out, took them to Shad Thames and Butler’s Wharf, went for brekkie in Browns, went and waved at Blaine, decided the queue for City Hall was far too big to even contemplat