I have done a lot with my week, Monday saw an assessed A-level Chemistry practical based around activation energy and the Arrhenius equation, quite the birthday present, thanks Chemistry department. I got 12 out of 14 though, not a complete waste of birthday. That out of the way meant pub time so off I went with two close friends for my first legal pint. Got home to pizza and then to the pub with my dad and his friends. I was served by the most miserable pig I've ever seen who looked like she would rather we had walked past the door, foolish considering we made up more than half the custom that night...cow.
The week could quite easily have been described as gig-tastic, Wednesday saw me take a trip to Camden to see the Mystery Jets at the Roundhouse, it was honestly my favourite thing ever, well done to my girlfriend for buying me tickets to it. Sadly she could not attend, had to make a fool of herself on a stage in front of her whole year and their parents instead. I somehow ended up right at the front with a small friend of mine and as an 18-year old male felt particularly responsible for supporting crowd surfers and such.
The next day brought a foals gig, I knew it would never live up to the night before but also knew my girlfriend loves them. In an effort to make the night more enjoyable and to keep my jealous alter-ego down I spent the majority of the afternoon in he pub drinking and drinking, including a drink ironically named "Green-Eyed Monster". A lot of money went that day, didn't eat dinner either so it had the desired affect. I had to meet my best mate in Herne Hill, a place I have never been, on a train I've never been on and in a delirious state, it was destined for disaster. I defied logic and made it alive, he then got me to Brixton. Is it a good idea to dance to street music in Brixton? Obviously not but apparently drunk Joe thinks that would be an excellent plan, so I did. I ran up steps, fell down steps, sang, danced and all while my friend grew more and more ashamed of me. The gig did not start well, about 20 seconds into the first song I got a killer cramp in my hamstring. Best friend was in a fit of hysterics, girlfriend didn't even notice. I'm glad I surround myself with such caring people. In their defence, Foals performed an average catalogue of music fairly well and I quite like it, the fastest song Cassius was awesome, the slow songs were a bit dull but I was having a party in my own head and nothing could stop me.
My journey home was not good, getting separated from my friends, an encounter with a scumbag local at the station and a killer stomach ache all the way home but it could have been worse. I survived my trip to Brixton.
I'm not going to mention my party because I can't remember a lot of it but strevssunday.blogspot.com sums it up fairly well. I remember a mankini, a hat, and my pathetic attempt at giving an impromptu speech. I was given a mug which I opened the next day. It was from my cousin's girlfriend and it is quite possibly the best mug in the entire world, it is covered in useful information. Have you got a mug that tells you that Pi = 3.14159265, the speed of sound is 343m/s, the NATO phonetic alphabet, how to spell unnecessary and about everything under the sun? No you don't.
One quick moan: why are we all ignorant enough to believe that Christmas is here because a massive corporate business has told us so. An advert does not mean Christmas has arrived. This is exactly the way Christmas has moved away from a religious festival to a day about gifts. Bloody Coca Cola.
*hepatocytes - liver cells responsible for breaking down toxins eg. alcohol
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