Saturday Superpub

After spending much of my Saturday morning and afternoon with my eyes shut on the sofa, I got a phone call in the early evening.

Olev: Yo, King Garry I, are you coming to the Grove? Its a mate of mines party *squawk squawk, etc...*

King Garry I: I dunno man, who's all going to be there?

Olev: Loads of people man

King Garry I: Fuck it, why not.

Olev: I'll come up and see everyone before we head off.

King Garry I: Sorted

*click*

Fast forward to 7 15PM

*knock knock*

King Garry I: Olev! You had your hair cut!?

Olev: Nah man, its just the way its tied back

*usual boring chit chat*

So we go to the pub, we get Colin down, Sam is there and so are Katie and Tasha. I'm thinking it should be a laugh tonight.

How wrong can one person be about one night?

First off, it was a shit party in a shit night, shit music good music played badly was played by an old man with a guitar that wasn't plugged in, and some little arse faced little toss pot who kept doing TERRIBLE covers of amazing songs. He tried to cover Radiohead, Pearl Jam and other such giants of the music industry. The little wanker.

Then the main act came on, and they were 100% wank. Proper hardcore shit. I mean you think you've heard shit? You've heard nothing like shit until you hear whatever 3rd rate name was given to this 5th rate band. Band is a very strong word. Collection of musical retards is more accurate, I feel.

Anyway, so we do our best to ignore this shit all night, and Colin left at like 10 30PM or so, which was bad, because it just got funnier and funnier after he left. Some people that Sam and Olev know called Sorren and Finn(I'm guessing the spellings, I didn't get to know them that well. Seemed jolly nice fellows though)turned up and were just all chatty and whatnot. Good stuff.

We all left at around 12ish because it was that bollocks. Waste of a night, in my opinion.

SUNDAY

Sunday started like every other weekend. Woken up by Vicki putting baby Katie in my room/the living room, thus ruining my lie in. But Olev was there. Added plus or what?

Me and Olev left at noon and we set off for Sam's house, but just as we got to Sam's we encountered Sam's mum Pauline so we accosted her for a lift to Sutton. Classic tactics. I needed jeans and t-shirts, for I have none of either. ASDA and Matalan. Hardcore clothes shopping.
Whilst in ASDAs conversation turned to cooking and dinner. I happened to mention my liking for cooking. So I was bullied into making my world famous Broccoli Chicken+rice for 5 and some veggie burgers for Sam's other half. Sorted.

I am now well in Pauline's good books. I haven't been round for a couple of years and the first thing I do is cook for her. Whereas Olev only ever goes round to scrounge. That's the norm for poor poor Olev. I'm now "the good friend" and am welcome anytime.

Boo, and indeed, yah.

So, to summarize: Saturday was shit, Sunday was the nuts.

Oh, and on Sunday night, I was covered in cookies by Charlotte. Specifically, cookie crumbs all over my bed/sofa. Which made for an interesting moment when I woke up for work. Specifically a thought along the lines of "What the shuddering fuck am I doing covered in fucking crumbs?" until that dawning moment of realisation when I remembered what happened the night before.

Its a fucking magic show at this house sometimes.