Monday morning…what a blast to be sitting at a faux wood dest again.

I had the best weekend ever but not just because I got some.

The gig that I had been persuaded to go to got cancelled, well cancelled is not really the correct word. The "unpredicatabel opening hours" which I had read about on the venue's web site were confiremed when Betty got a call from her boyfriend saying that he was outside and the place was closed. Random!
So we met them I am little pub and had a few bevies before moving on to Garlic and Shots in SoHo. A little goth bar that has a catacoombe where the table was a kind of coffin/scarcofficus. We drank double vodka and cokes followed by Blood shots. Blood shots are basicaly shots of bloody Maries with too much tabasco. I could not feel my lips for most of the night. After far too many shots Betty and I dicided to go to Popstarz. Now I have not been to the brilliant indie pop club in absolutely ages, actually since New Years Eve and I was overly excited. Now, because we were overly drunk and feeling ostentatious we asked a rickshaw driver if he would take us to Kings Cross. I was so surprised that he agreed.
This was the best journey ever. I nearly shit myself with fear but it was hillarious. When we arrived the driver got off and I thought he was going to die or at least have a heart attack. He was panting like a dog. This was so funny but I felt a bit bad for him, for about a second.
So we arrived at Popstarz and were totally hammmered. I am actually surprised we were let in but who am I to question the bouncers at a great nightclub.
We danced and drank loads. I had told a friend of mine that I was going and he said he would meet us there and then give us a lift home to Maidnehead. Howver I was so drunk I did not even manage to find him. I feel a bit bad but you know how these things are. I got over it.
Betty even gave me a present. We shall call him Leon. A muisc promoter who lives in Stretham or something, originally from Liverpool with an obsession for Addidas. I love Addidas too. I was instantly interested when he asked what my top 5 films of all time were.
Leon's Top 5 Films Of All Time Ever.
City of God
I cant actually remember anyof the others at the moment.
She found him because of his New York Dolls t-shirt, which I have to admit was really cool. We partied hard and after a really long and complicated taxi journey around London trying to get Betty to a safe place, which ended up being with her boyfriend I ended up back in Stratham. I had a blast. I have now worked out that I was actually only there about 6 hours. Possiable some of the most fun hours in my life.
Then I had to drag my poor tired body into Picadilly to meet my friends for a Big Gay Out.

It was a complete blast.
Harassing people that I hate, drinking over-priced alco pops, telling Har Mar Superstar to have my babies, licking my nipple at him and him doing it back, shouting obsenities at Sugarbabes and much much more. Only bad point; wearing my cowboy boots for 28 hours - a little painful.

Sunday brought the carbooting day again. Performing Poodle and I trundled down as it was closing which I actually a great idea as you get the best bargains. I got loads and so did she. I think Kathleen Turner is now missing a pair of brown and white Versace shoes as Poodle brought them. We loved it so much. Then chillin and chatting with Bigbird and Buns of Steel whilst playing with seven week old kittens. So much Sunday fun.

I finished the day with a giant sandwhich( I pretende I worked in Subway again) and a Russ Myers. Faster Pussycat, Kill…kill. I even loved that.

This weekend I shall mostly be loving everything. However do I love Leon? Should I call and try and meet again or should I just leave it. I had the best time ever but would it be the same again? I like the idea of being loved and the idea of being in love but have a giant fear of it. What should I do? I think I will discuss with Betty at lunch.

Have fun and remember…if you see someone strange and then they dissapear it does not man you hallucinated them.

Russ.