So thatās 2 people letting you down within hours.
Can I just ask bletch, what are you wearing?
So thatās 2 people letting you down within hours.
Can I just ask bletch, what are you wearing?
Iām actually quite testosterone-driven tonight, Goat.
Iām wearing THE shirt I got signed at the Joiners Will Varley gig. DMs. Black jeans and a green army jacket. If you saw me, youād even think I was straight.
Tokeās bailed.
SO5 has bailed.
Flydās bailed.
Damn. I would have but as I barely slept this week I am too shattered to head down the Victoria line.
Fuck you all.
Anybody fancying a trip to see Will Varley who is at least in the correct hemisphere of our globe, let me know.
Cunts.
Itās probably the slippers then bletch.
Should have gone with a miltary style boot.
Seven mates to none in no time - good work!
That would have been me then
But as it is now 04:00 I am stone cold sober again.
⦠And still you didnāt get an inviteā¦
This is all a gigantic fucking preamble to explain bletchās absence at the Liverpool pre-beers tomorrow.
Checking in
Expect a few musical vids and drunken rambling until I fall asleep
Soooā¦
I made a pre piss up recce of the Forest Inn Beer Festival in Ashurst. Eight guest ales, including molecatcher, 1872 porter and Oakham Citra.
definately worth a visit tomorrow post game
Well either Bletch stopped drinking or he had a train to demascus moment, thereās usually a spell where he uses the word cunt repeatedly for around 4 hours when under the affluence of incohol. Likelihood is he has will varley bound in a dungeon somewhere, forcing all manner of horrors upon himā¦
Great shout! Thatās only a 10-minute amble from my new abode - very likely Iāll pop in later.
Saw the Festival advertised recently but erroneously assumed itād be twiggy brews only. Citraās a solid go-to and Iāve been meaning to try the 1872 for a while.
The reason for not making the drinks has more to do with you being there, papster - I tend to end up damaged once Iāve been in your company. That, and the fact that I was expecting to be in a coma this morning.
As it happened I didnāt drink too much as (my mate) Halo bailed once we got to Waterloo and I couldnāt mobilise the London-based Sotoniansā massiveā¦
It could have been worse as the gig was wonderful, the Union Chapel is a stunning venue and I ended the evening in the company of a young lady from Sweden.
I realise that this Sounds like bullshit or the setup to a joke, but an attractive young, blonde girl from Sweden asked if she could sit next to me and chat.
I relented and had a great time. Lena who had flown in from Sweden at 5pm and was flying out the next morning is a student who is starting a career as a podcast creator. Lena had heard me tell the lady behind the bar that I was alone as my mate had taken ill and she either felt unthreatened by my self-evident heterosexuality, or I reminded her of a kindly uncle (Thatās Goatsterās modus operandi BTW).
She was really lovely and we had a couple of drinks and then went to meet Varley - but he didnāt show. AGAIN!
I wished her well and told her Iād spread the word of her podcasts. So if youāre a Swedish speaker, you could do worse that listen to Kom Igen Lena.
I thought everybody spoke Swedish after a few beers?
Originally posted by @saintbletch
Originally posted by @pap
This is all a gigantic fucking preamble to explain bletchās absence at the Liverpool pre-beers tomorrow.
The reason for not making the drinks has more to do with you being there, papster - I tend to end up damaged once Iāve been in your company. That, and the fact that I was expecting to be in a coma this morning.
As it happened I didnāt drink too much as (my mate) Halo bailed once we got to Waterloo and I couldnāt mobilise the London-based Sotoniansā massiveā¦
It could have been worse as the gig was wonderful, the Union Chapel is a stunning venue and I ended the evening in the company of a young lady from Sweden.
I realise that this Sounds like bullshit or the setup to a joke, but an attractive young, blonde girl from Sweden asked if she could sit next to me and chat.
I relented and had a great time. Lena who had flown in from Sweden at 5pm and was flying out the next morning is a student who is starting a career as a podcast creator. Lena had heard me tell the lady behind the bar that I was alone as my mate had taken ill and she either felt unthreatened by my self-evident heterosexuality, or I reminded her of a kindly uncle (Thatās Goatsterās modus operandi BTW).
She was really lovely and we had a couple of drinks and then went to meet Varley - but he didnāt show. AGAIN!
I wished her well and told her Iād spread the word of her podcasts. So if youāre a Swedish speaker, you could do worse that listen to Kom Igen Lena.
And then the clock chimed twelve times and suddenly the glass slipper felt even smallerā¦