It was Betty Blue's leaving do last night. Me and The Punchbowl Girl showed up nice and early because we weren't going to stay long. The Unicorn Girl and Clarence were there and for once Clarence wasn't being the biggest pishflap there. He actually made himself scarce after he saw me because he knows I'm going to boot him a new arsehole for what he did to Hot Baby Roy.
The Unicorn Girl was making catty shitty remarks to and about The Punchbowl Girl, nothing overt, really dickish shit about her getting fired, said in that kind of I'm nice and friendly but saying shit.
Betty Blue and Kissy Boy took off upstairs to fuck early on in the night so me and The Punchbowl Girl fucked off with our beer and a few bottles of wine that belonged to someone we don't know or care about.
We fucked off home where it we had a better party on our own.
Since the last post it hasn't all been a blur of hot spandex (though that has featured). In other news:
Pearl Jam 10 is the best grunge album (I've learned this after an intensive week of grunge).
There should be a second series of This Is England 86 (there fucking better be).
Will the road works outside Primark ever be complete?
A man can find some great clothes in a charity shop but he needs a woman with him.
Ed Balls has a defective nose.
This website makes me laugh lots and lots.
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Sunday, 3 October 2010
Sunday, 8 August 2010
Talking about Grunge with the Punchbowl Girl
So you probably want to know about what happened when me and The Punchbowl Girl went for drinks after work. It started off in Katy Daly's downing a few pints. The Punchbowl Girl wanted to go to the Ormeau Baths to look at some art and be like Betty Blue, she said that she is going to start reading books and that after Betty Blue finishes her book she'll borrow it from her.
I don't mean to make her sound as bad as all that because I'm picking up on the silly stuff she said because she talked for ages about how her big brother was into grunge and now he doesn't live at home she has all his grunge CDs, even though she put them all on her computer and doesn't touch them except to look at pictures of them all with their cool grunge hair and grunge clothes.
Grungers
I don't have grunge clothes (cardigans and ripped jeans) or cool grunge hair (long and greasy). I never talk about getting haircuts on here because I tend to just go in and ask for something that looks good, that or I used to bic it.
The Punchbowl Girl was talking away about some TV show she watches (an updated Sherlock Holmes - I haven't seen it) and I noticed her accent sounded a bit American.
"So did you used to live in the states?" I asked.
"No, I've lived in South Belfast all my life."
"So you watch a lot of American TV then?"
She stopped talking and her face went red. I didn't mean to put my foot in it but it was going to happen at some point. We went after that drink.
I don't mean to make her sound as bad as all that because I'm picking up on the silly stuff she said because she talked for ages about how her big brother was into grunge and now he doesn't live at home she has all his grunge CDs, even though she put them all on her computer and doesn't touch them except to look at pictures of them all with their cool grunge hair and grunge clothes.
I don't have grunge clothes (cardigans and ripped jeans) or cool grunge hair (long and greasy). I never talk about getting haircuts on here because I tend to just go in and ask for something that looks good, that or I used to bic it.
The Punchbowl Girl was talking away about some TV show she watches (an updated Sherlock Holmes - I haven't seen it) and I noticed her accent sounded a bit American.
"So did you used to live in the states?" I asked.
"No, I've lived in South Belfast all my life."
"So you watch a lot of American TV then?"
She stopped talking and her face went red. I didn't mean to put my foot in it but it was going to happen at some point. We went after that drink.
Monday, 2 August 2010
The Suicide Diaries - No 2
I went to work today hoping to see The Punchbowl Girl (I'm not calling her The Suicide Girl - nfw) but she wasn't there. I hope she's okay. I think she's okay. I can't remember much from that party where I met her because I was pretty wasted but I remember we hung out and talked about Pearl Jam and how cool they were (I don't really know their stuff but I've told bigger lies).
I came home and thought I might find some wise words for her in The Suicide Diaries that or I wanted a laugh. I found the following, an attempt at a political rap I think:
Talking deep stuff with the gang
everyone thinks their own thang
Someone thinks one thing I think the other
it's okay we learn from each other
People play some music
I sing some lines
everyone digs it
I feel so fine
When spides hit the street
cops stop the beat
a spide grabs a rock
throws it at the cop
A riot starts
but we keep our cool
both the spide and the cop
look so uncool.
He's now singing this shit to cows. His dad will kick him off the farm if he catches him.
I'm sick of being on my own. I want to get love. I've a few ideas how I might get it but I'm not sure. I've a poll on the side of the page. Vote and let me know all about how to find love.
I came home and thought I might find some wise words for her in The Suicide Diaries that or I wanted a laugh. I found the following, an attempt at a political rap I think:
Talking deep stuff with the gang
everyone thinks their own thang
Someone thinks one thing I think the other
it's okay we learn from each other
People play some music
I sing some lines
everyone digs it
I feel so fine
When spides hit the street
cops stop the beat
a spide grabs a rock
throws it at the cop
A riot starts
but we keep our cool
both the spide and the cop
look so uncool.
He's now singing this shit to cows. His dad will kick him off the farm if he catches him.
I'm sick of being on my own. I want to get love. I've a few ideas how I might get it but I'm not sure. I've a poll on the side of the page. Vote and let me know all about how to find love.
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