Monday morning. What an eventfull weekend.

During my works lunch on Friday afternoon I began drinking with my pal Nay. We had a couple of bevies followed by a few shots of Absanthe.
Then returning to the office a couple of hours later I was hammered. We loved it and just messed about a bit and took camera phone pictures. Then my secret plan was to go from many and regular ciggy breaks and on each on pop to the bar round the corner and have another few shots. This we did.
Luckily we got time off that afternoon for good behaviour and did not have to sustain for long after lunch.

I went home and played N64 for a bit and drank beer. Then I got ready to go to the pub. I was hammered when I arrived and then had some vodka redbull.

Things get a bit fuzzy here as I don’t actually remember being in the pub at all.

After the pub we moved on to the bar round the corner where my friend DJs on a Friday night. We partied hard and danced our arses off. I loved it so much and bopped to Rachel Stephens and The Killers until it closed. Then I got a couple of bottles of red and went to Bannans party. By this time I was a bit messy. I think.

The party was stella and I drank so much. I was highly abusive to loads of people, in the best possiable taste. I threw up in the garden in the middle of a huge group of people and did not even care. Again I partierd hard for ages and around 4am I stopped drinking and as the party finally completely cleared out I refused to leave. Me and my friend L passed out in the living room and were awakened to the call of a bed. Bannan said she was not staying there that night and we could have her bed. So, I got up and went to the bed. L was shouting that it was a trick. I was confused. We both went to investigate and as soon as we had left the room Gypsie sister 1 slammed the door behind us and we were left to sleep in the hall. Not a problem at all. I slept ver soundly on the floor at the bottom of the stairs fully dressed and wearing my cowboy boots.
I woke up at 11:30am and heard of all the terriable things I had done and then we went to the loacl greassy spoon for breakie.

The Tea Pot café was pumping and pleasant. Breakfast was nice and I had a great strawberry milkshake. After that L and I went home.

I had a nap.

A while later I made the mission down to Epsom and took my coffee table to Russingham Palace. Someone had delivered me a nice new Britta water filter which I am torn between either keeping or returning. What do you think?

After returning I had hardly any time to get myself ready to go to the Golf Sale sumer party.
This was being held in The Tabernacle in Hoxton. This is a club that is not advertised publically but the word of mouth makes it a great night to go to.

We eventually found it after wondering around Hoxton for ages. A really nice, classy bar with loads of well dressed cool people. We had wine and danced to great 80's music.

After it finished we were invited to an after party. This was totally unconnected but we thought it could be a blast. After having to go for a wee in Baz's house that was completely jam packed with amazing furnature and obje-dar and fallen in love with a 70's sofa we went to the party.
This was held in warehouse that you could only access by walking down this really odd alley that was overgrown with weeds and a bit frightening. There were doormen on the gate and a few people mulling about. I was not impressed. We went in and found that the party was in the actual warehouse. We went in and I loved it.
Every wall was spray painted with great painting and graphs. It was dirty dindgy and like an illegal rave without the rave music. The music was 80's-90's heavy but fun dance.
It had a bar and a mushroom bar as well as about 10 drug dealers in a line outside the toilet. Random.
We got a beer and danced. I got a little bit more hammered and loved it. I only fell over once but did it spectaculy during one of my famous high kicks.
I don’t even remember what time we left but on the way out someone offer us some mushrooms. Free.

Well, free is my favourite word and so I took the biggest handfull ever. I ate them all on the way back to the car and we loved it.

I am actually so tired now that I cant type much more.

Just to say, I got home and smoked out my window watching the sun come up for about 2 hours and admired myself in the mirror and wrote absolute crap in my visual diary. The only think I can read of it now says "Sharon Davies can eat my arse." Strange I know.

Sunday consisted of the car boot and then the steam rally followed by drinks in Henly and watching Prom Night II - Hello Mary Lou.

I am tired.

Shit moment of the weekend - Having no sleep and feeling like my face is going to fall off.

Magic moment of the weekend - Being told by two Hoxton uber cool fashion ladies that I was well dressed and they wanted my clothes. I feel special and georgous.

Have fun and remember…being poor sucks.
Russ.