Last Week
1 09 2006On Tuesday, Nikki and I went to see Ye Olde David Ford at the Borderline, which us conveniently right next to where I work. We also went up to TGI’s and spent a voucher to get some cheap food. We got the voucher by filling out a feedback form online, then writing a code on our receipt. Then after the meal, we got another receipt with the same information, so it looks like we’re getting yet more half price meals. Ha. Of course, my steak was surprisingly bloodied for one that was supposed to be medium. I mean, I’m all for a little rawness, but that was verging on the “still twitching” end of the spectrum. Anyway, I’d write about the gig but I did a pompous-sounding and pretentious review of it for Noise to Signal so you might as well just go straight there and read it. Fucking good it was, though.
On Wednesday evening we went up to IKEA to look for furniture for the house. We didn’t get anything just then, but we got a few ideas about what we want and how much it’s going to cost, so that’s pretty useful. IKEA is a complete death-maze, though. It’s like a catalogue ripped its way into the third dimension and has slowly started replacing this world. On the other hand, I don’t think I’ve ever sat on so many sofas. They don’t sell bean bags though. What the hell’s that about?
Yesterday we met Seb, Rachel and Cappsy and went up to Nandos. It’s surprisingly cool to have other people we know in the local area. Earlier in the afternoon we paid our horrendous amounts of money (well, “spent” in the sense that a few hundred was deposit) to get hold of the keys to our new place, so after Nandos we went and had a quick poke around it. It still smells a bit of paint but that aside, it’s all pretty damn good. Tomorrow we’re taking the first carfull of stuff up there. If we can figure out the fangled locks.
It’s also my birthday tomorrow, though I’m not going to let the fact that I’m turning 24 (undeniably mid-20s now) ruin an otherwise normal day. I’ve had a hard time suggesting things that I want to people, to be honest, because these days I can buy stuff I want myself rather than waiting for a birthday to roll around. Ah well. For the record, on my last day of being 23, I had a cold and I spent the day doing the work of 3 men because I was the only travel guy on call at work. I did at least get my comics at lunchtime, though, and that’s enough to make the day worth living. Especially when one is Brian Wood’s final issue of Supermarket.
Hey, Happy birthday.
Maybe this comes a little late. I guess there is no maybe about it, but there are two reasons, although both weak.
One: I had no internet acess, and so could not acess your blog to write a birthday message. Two: I forgot when your birthday was, believing it was the 5th, and so did not send any other electric form of greeting.
I hope this makes up for the delay in some sort of non-justifiable way.
Simon
P.S I can’t remember if I said happy birthday to Nikki, who’s birthday I remember to be the 4th May. If I did great, if not, say happy belated birthday from me as well.
while I’m at it,
I definately forgot Sam’s birthday as well (I remember the date: 4th July, just forgot at the time so I do care to some extent). If you are still living with him, you can pass another belated birthday along to him too.
p.s thinking about it now, I received no birthday messages from you guys.
Bastards
p.p.s note to self, think more before writing on somone’s blog
Word up. If it’s any consolation, we did remember it was your birthday (20th July, innit) but we had no idea what you were doing at the time. Were you abroad? I seem to recall talking to Paul about it, anyway. Happy belated birthday to you as well, anyway. I trust you got a suitable amount of…birthday stuff. In fact, speaking of gifts, I was going to buy you some Salvia from the head shop at the V Festival, because it promised it was high-quality Guatemalan Savlia or something equally preposterous, but Nikki didn’t seem too thrilled by the idea so I decided to leave it for then.
Also, I think you mean Josh, not Sam ;-)