Last thursday Me and Alan Octavius O'Brien (or Alan Octavius O'Brien and I for the grammar-y people out there) hopped in Margaret the Mercedes, in order to take a weekend trip to see our good friend Duffield at uni in Bath.
However
What we did not realise was that we were in for a weekend, of torment and horror!
The trip started well enough, began with a tank full of fuel, and some road sweets, a set of mix-tapes a headband and some fake wayfarer sunglasses, what could go wrong?
We made it most of the way to Bath without any hiccups, (apart from bath not appearing on the map for quite a while) and stopped off near Bristol to get burgers, while at burger lord (tm) we phoned ahead to Duffield to tell him we were no more than an hour away and would see him soon, so he headed into town. (we also made up a story about being in a crash, and being at the police station, which we thought to be hilarious (oh the irony as big G would say))
We followed the signs for Bristol and I expected to see signs for the park and ride soon so we could avoid the Rat Race of Bath, but no such signs were seen, and before we knew it, we were slap bang in the centre of Bath (the worst place to drive EVER) after cruising around for a while we stopped to view a map and find the park and ride, this map was confusing and unreadable, so we cruised around some more looking for some form of sign. (by this time we were 30minutes overdue and Duffield was beginning to worry, however we were both somehow out of batter and or signal and therefore out of contact) whilst looking for somewhere to go we narrowly avoided running a red light, (with a police man behind us) and then seconds later, went the wrong way down a very busy intersection into oncoming traffic.
The police were not happy, the pulled along side us and produced their various badges TV style, and pulled us off the road to have a talk with us. (at this point I would like to mention that it was under Alan's suggestion that I pulled down this particular road, I should have know better than to take directions from 'the' Alan O'Brien) After threatening to take away my licence (and checking extensively that I hadn't stolen my beloved Margaret or neglected to insure her) they not only let us go with only a verbal warning (once again I avoid being on the police computer system!) they escorted us to the nearest park and ride as we were obviously to scared and pathetic to take care of ourselves in a big city.
We arrived at the park and ride (waved in by the officers) and parked just in time to see the last bus for Town pull away into the night.
So with all out luggage in hand we set off for the long walk to Bath city centre (1hr 30mins late at this point)
We finally got down to the town and called Duffield (just as he was about to leave and go home, apparently leaving us to shelter on the streets of bath until the next day) and got the bus to the Uni.
Safe you might think, but no there was more.
At the Uni we began drinking (after a nice meal of pasta expertly cooked by Duffield who proved to me you can boil bacon, which I didn't know was an option)
then went to the pub then came back and drank some more, some how we managed to convince Duffield to drink a leftover 1/2 bottle of Jack Daniels. (and this is what caused the problems later on)
After a few more hilarious antics (one particular incident involving a 'serving' of pepper) Duffield retired early and drunkenly to bed.
Me and Alan Finished our drinks and had a chat then followed him up. He looked so peaceful in his bed that me and Alan decided to join him and we all clambered onto the bed. After a small amount of gettin ourselves comfy we prepared to doze off..
When SUDDENLY
we hear a disturbing gurgle from the Duffield below us, we leap of just in time for him to shoot undigested JD and un-chewed pasta all over the wall and pillow, (as well as a fair amount over himself) before falling asleep in this disgusting mess. Me and Alan horrified by the incident set up camp on the floor and slept in fits until 5am when Duffield Re-gained conciousness and scraped crusty vomit off his torso and set about showering and clearing his bed for the laundry he (now) had to do.
and thus began our second day in Bath. (the joys haha)
.. stay tuned more of this story of Horror and Degradation, in parts 2 and 3, to be blogged later
19 Apr 2010
As you may have already read...
... I am now engaged to Karys Munns (whoo!)
"but you're so young!" - I hear you cry, well it is to be a long engagement so don't worry about that, and I feel like this is the right thing to do, Karys makes me happy, (no mean feat these days, I'm a bit up and down)
"but I wanted to marry you!" - I hear a smaller sub-set of you cry... Tough! (haha, sorry gals, I'm a one woman guy)
that is pretty much It. We are engaged, I love her and she loves me, etc tis all good stuff.
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I proposed to her properly as well, for those of you who have asked me,
"but you're so young!" - I hear you cry, well it is to be a long engagement so don't worry about that, and I feel like this is the right thing to do, Karys makes me happy, (no mean feat these days, I'm a bit up and down)
"but I wanted to marry you!" - I hear a smaller sub-set of you cry... Tough! (haha, sorry gals, I'm a one woman guy)
that is pretty much It. We are engaged, I love her and she loves me, etc tis all good stuff.
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I proposed to her properly as well, for those of you who have asked me,
- took her to a park over looking the sea
- - on a sunny day
- got down on one knee
- and gave her the ring
(under no account should it be brought up that I originally proposed at 2am outside her flat in Farnham, after driving for 4 hours in a mad bid to win her back after she had decided I wasn't worth the heart-ache any more.
I only hope I can be worth her forgiveness.
16 Mar 2010
I'm Back!
Some of you may have noticed I have been a bit off lately,
- angry
- arrogant
- mean
- rash
- crazy
etc
I have already phoned and apologized to a number of people (there are a few I have yet to do, so hold on I will get round to you) and am really on a mission to make things right, I don't know what exactly was wrong with me, tiredness again? (we all remember that episode) mild depression? (which is ironic because I tend not to believe in it) a tendency towards psychosis? who knows? If this ever happens again I would like the people who notice to tell me, the only way I can fix it is if I know I'm going wrong, I want people to tell me I'm mad and scaring them rather than just smiling as I go mad.
Fixing everything does not limit itself to this one time apology, I have already made one massive step in my life, one which I'm only not putting on line in case a very small subset of the wrong people know what it is before they are supposed to. but suffice it to say it involves me and Karys and a substantial amount of happiness
I have also vowed to
be a better friend to Ricky (talk to him, attempt to help him with his problems again, hang out with him and eat lunch together as a start)
keep more contact with my friends who have gone to uni, most notably Alan and Duffield (who should get skype) who I am going to phone or at least lengthily e-mail once or twice a week to catch up and see how things are going. But also everyone else, via the facebook and on msn, I miss you guys and you've kinda dropped off my radar.
Be a good brother to Big G, it sometimes seems like Big G is my big brother, he looks after me so much, (and is far more ripped than I am) and has stood by me through all the random madness (even when I beat seven shades of sh*t out of his friends on a semi regular basis) so now I only have 5-6 months before I go to uni when he wont see me very often Im going to make the most of it, (we haven't really been, not in the same house for more than 3 weeks in the last 16 years) and be the big brother I's supposed to be, (not beat him up, but set an example haha)
Be a better boyfriend to Karys, this doesn't mean big things like, loving her (which I do) or buying her big expensive things (though there a a few I need to get haha) this means doing all the little things, that are harder now she's away but still just as important. things like picnics, home made gifts, mixtapes and music, ribbons and bits of string.
(a foot note to this I also remain tolerant of her random shopping of clothes and other items AND telling me about them, I am going to try very hard to understand the new fashion trends she is picking up (or inventing) regardless of the fact I love her if she is wearing an old t-shirt and a pair of threadbare jeans. I will even tolerate clothes that only exist to "make her look thin" regardless of the fact she is in fact very thin and could achieve the same effect simply by painting herself)
I will be nicer to my parents, I don't want to leave my parents with the angry teenager thing I want them to see I am growing up and can be a functioning member of society. So I am going to spend more time with both of my parents doing various things, be it helping to cook, messing with a car for a cross country thing, MAN-holidays (which also allow me to do the big G thing) and other things like that.
I think that's it, I'm aware I haven't mentioned Billy in this post, but I don't know what I can do with him, its near impossible to have a normal rational conversation with him seeing as he's is either, acting like a caricature of Ricky on crack (mostly when he's around his friends), asleep, or having just woken up when he is pissed at the world. Still never mind ill do my best.
(I'm not going to say I'm back to blogging, we all know my blogs are few and far between and thats unlikely to change, my blog is for long emotional things, rants and possibly feedback on events or gigs and stuff, never blogged about the room upstairs 2 or the night before... they were pretty cool)
...Wade
- angry
- arrogant
- mean
- rash
- crazy
etc
I have already phoned and apologized to a number of people (there are a few I have yet to do, so hold on I will get round to you) and am really on a mission to make things right, I don't know what exactly was wrong with me, tiredness again? (we all remember that episode) mild depression? (which is ironic because I tend not to believe in it) a tendency towards psychosis? who knows? If this ever happens again I would like the people who notice to tell me, the only way I can fix it is if I know I'm going wrong, I want people to tell me I'm mad and scaring them rather than just smiling as I go mad.
Fixing everything does not limit itself to this one time apology, I have already made one massive step in my life, one which I'm only not putting on line in case a very small subset of the wrong people know what it is before they are supposed to. but suffice it to say it involves me and Karys and a substantial amount of happiness
I have also vowed to
be a better friend to Ricky (talk to him, attempt to help him with his problems again, hang out with him and eat lunch together as a start)
keep more contact with my friends who have gone to uni, most notably Alan and Duffield (who should get skype) who I am going to phone or at least lengthily e-mail once or twice a week to catch up and see how things are going. But also everyone else, via the facebook and on msn, I miss you guys and you've kinda dropped off my radar.
Be a good brother to Big G, it sometimes seems like Big G is my big brother, he looks after me so much, (and is far more ripped than I am) and has stood by me through all the random madness (even when I beat seven shades of sh*t out of his friends on a semi regular basis) so now I only have 5-6 months before I go to uni when he wont see me very often Im going to make the most of it, (we haven't really been, not in the same house for more than 3 weeks in the last 16 years) and be the big brother I's supposed to be, (not beat him up, but set an example haha)
Be a better boyfriend to Karys, this doesn't mean big things like, loving her (which I do) or buying her big expensive things (though there a a few I need to get haha) this means doing all the little things, that are harder now she's away but still just as important. things like picnics, home made gifts, mixtapes and music, ribbons and bits of string.
(a foot note to this I also remain tolerant of her random shopping of clothes and other items AND telling me about them, I am going to try very hard to understand the new fashion trends she is picking up (or inventing) regardless of the fact I love her if she is wearing an old t-shirt and a pair of threadbare jeans. I will even tolerate clothes that only exist to "make her look thin" regardless of the fact she is in fact very thin and could achieve the same effect simply by painting herself)
I will be nicer to my parents, I don't want to leave my parents with the angry teenager thing I want them to see I am growing up and can be a functioning member of society. So I am going to spend more time with both of my parents doing various things, be it helping to cook, messing with a car for a cross country thing, MAN-holidays (which also allow me to do the big G thing) and other things like that.
I think that's it, I'm aware I haven't mentioned Billy in this post, but I don't know what I can do with him, its near impossible to have a normal rational conversation with him seeing as he's is either, acting like a caricature of Ricky on crack (mostly when he's around his friends), asleep, or having just woken up when he is pissed at the world. Still never mind ill do my best.
(I'm not going to say I'm back to blogging, we all know my blogs are few and far between and thats unlikely to change, my blog is for long emotional things, rants and possibly feedback on events or gigs and stuff, never blogged about the room upstairs 2 or the night before... they were pretty cool)
...Wade
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