Awake, little sleep, work is easy, quick pint, trip to Tesco for beer and fags. Get home, spliff, shower, shave, beer. Plan begins to formulate for night, wait for people, trip to These Waves house, more beer, off to The Bless, more beer, party begins to get organised at my house, sink two newcastle browns in a row... Home just before 12, everyone important is there. Champagne, more smoke than a cheech and chong out-take, Motown, Soul, Funk, Dance and Hip-Hop. People get fucked up, dual spliff action, good times, freak-out over mis-placed ciggerattes, memory gets hazy, fuck is that the time? People leave, Others in K-Holes, i'm pretty fucked right now, its 5am, rolling one for the film. Sleep.
Good times...
Friday, 2 January 2009
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