whats my age again???

I'm 23. Right? Right?

Well, if I'm 23, why the hell am I waking up with a blue eye and sprained wrist? And dodgy recall from the night before?

thing is, I had planned to go to Underworld with a mate of mine. He let me down - again. Was really looking forward to it, so I proceeded to stand at teh end of the bar after my shift and neck three double Sailor Jerry's, along with some codiened Neurofen for my aching back.

This will come back to haunt me.

My mate Laura finished work at 10 and decided to take me out instead. We went to the Worlds End, where I made friends with some S'Affas and a few other guys, flirted wildly, drank more, blagged my way into the club downstairs for free and partied like there was no tomorrow.

I also stepped wrong, fell off the small platform and landed on my head. That explains the bump on my forhead and the blue eye. I think I landed on my wrist cos it hurts like hell!!! I'm battling to type here!!!

Got home in one piece, but now I need to go get a wrist support thingy before work tonight.

I think I'll go again next time I'm off!!! It was awesome.

Just need to make sure Eve the big ass nigerian bouncer isn't working. I think we got engaged...

Withdrawal Symptoms

Ahh, it's good to be back in the land of broadband. One click instant access broadband.

It has however, been noted that I suffer severe internet withdrawal symptoms. How bad? Well, after a week without internet I would run these blogesque silyloques (i know it's spelt wrong) through my head, by week two, I was typing out things on my legs, by week three, I had gone into complete lack of information meltdown.

What was happening in the world? What had my fave rockers gotten up to now? What albums had been released? Who was being an ass on YouTube? Important matters that I couldn't find the answers to!!

But now I'm back. YAY!

And the news I've been able to find out, thanks to the brilliant Miss Modern Age, is this...

Pete Fall Out Boy Wentz has opened an alternative club. Well, it would be alternative if it weren't for the hordes of teenage girls waiting outside for a glimpse of People's hottest man of 2007. (sic)

Apparently Frank Iero of My Chemical Romance is rumoured to have married in Feb already. I'm still tryingto suss the facts on that one.

And finally...
The book for the summer has got to be: Everybody Hurts.

Written by the editor and chief contributor of Alternative Press Magazine, it gives those of us ignorant abotu the emo culture, a little insight, while keeping it's tongue firmly in it's cheek.



I'm also still job and flat hunting. The flat hunting part being of some urgency now.

Will do a nice long post about the debauchery of April at a later stage.