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Tide stopped play

Posted in Drunkeness, Music, weekends with tags , , on 11/02/2008 by bimbo78

I’ve had a most enjoyable weekend. Let me tell you about it.
On Friday evening Dev and KP turned up to pick us up and take us down to Portsmouth to see Spex. Off we toddled down the various motorways southwards. There were a couple of rather hairy moments. I think it is safe to say that Dev should not eat crisps while driving as he seems to get the packet stuck on his hand and whilst trying to remove it tends to leave the lane he is driving in. We got there nice and quick and without any wrong turns, well ok one but that was my fault telling Dev to turn into the road before Spex estate. We arrived at the executive penthouse apartment, (which is stunningly similar to a top floor flat) at about 7.30. It seemed rude not to start on the vino. So we sat gossiping and catching up whilst marvelling at the stupidly large TV in Spex front room. 42 inches apparently. It is such a boys flat, they have a 42 inch TV and no curtains! Anyway, what was supposed to be an early night didn’t happen but never mind. We popped up to thier ‘local’. The George, which aint that local but is the closest decent pub. Everyone moaned about the walk but as I hadn’t bean for my Friday evening run I felt quite energetic. We were all up bright and early, (maybe due to the lack of curtains) and Spex knocked us up some tasty bacon sarnies. Then we played the shower game, which unfortunately isn’t as dirty as it sounds. It involves taking advantage of Spex and Jims, (Spex flat mate) ridiculously expensive sound system installed in the flat. Basically you can turn speakers on in any room and play music or the TV or whatever through them and as the controls for the bathroom speakers are on the outside when you are in the shower you are at the complete mercy of whoever is joyously torturing you. Jim has some awful CDs so I was forced to listen to James Blunt followed by the Ordinary Boys, yuk! Bob got some cheesy pop off a Now That’s What I call Music album. We made Spex listen to Celine Dion very loudly. Whilst we were all bustleing around getting ready to leave Spex accidently tripped over his own jeans and fell over the back of the sofa rolling dramatically onto the floor. I think I was the only one that noticed but it made me titter somewhat.

After the shower game we headed off to Hayling Island to play beach cricket. It was just such a stunning day. We found a nice empty bit of beach and the cricket ensued. Unfortunately as the sea made up the entire southern border of the wicket it was always going to be an interesting game. Especially as Bob is left handed and had to fight the natural urge to wallop the ball into the sea. But still it happened a number of times, we had to keep using the bat to rescue the ball from the waves. That, as well as fending off the dogs that were very interested in our cricket ball. Oh and all of this going on whilst the tide was coming in. It was just a bit British we weren’t going to let a little thing like the English Channel slowly creeping up on us stop out little game. Spex even went as far as building some informal sea defences when he was into bat. Unfortunately these filled up with water at one point and he ended up stamping in the small retention pond he had constructed soaking his foot and missing the ball. Then one time Dev was into bat, Bob bowled a sneaky little ball which bowled Dev out and the sea promptly engulfed the wicket and attempted to carry the stumps out to sea, (as well as Dev). We managed to rescue them though but tide most definitely stopped play.

Myself, Bob and KP hiding from Dev

Dev bowling


Sea defences failing

We went to a nice pub up the road overlooking the sea, (The Ferry Boat Inn, I am informed) and had some lunch. Everybody was very sleepy after the exertions and the sea air, (not to mention last nights booze) so off we toddled back to the executive penthouse apartment to watch Wales beat Scotland in the rugby, (yay!!) and various bits of football on the silly amount of sports channels that you find come with boys flats. We all had a bit of a chill out, talked some absolute nonsense before getting ready for the main event. The oddest convesation of the whole weekend came when we weren’t even drunk. KP announced that there was a place in Canada that had less gravity than any where else on Earth. We did various impressions of what it would be like with too much or too little gravity before deciding it was time we left.

Off we all went into Pompey for a nice drinky before going to the Wedgewood Rooms. I’ve never been to the Wedgewood Rooms before but I think I could possibly get them on trades description. There is only one room really, (unless you count the bogs as an extra one). It is a nice size venue with the obligatory sticky floor, I have a new theory about sticky floors/carpets. I think the floors are deliberately not cleaned and the alcohol etc left to fester to get the nice sticky finish as it helps people remain standing after they have had a couple of drinks. There was a band called Condition on first, they had just been on tour with Paramore. They were rather good, we had a some booze and then watched ‘You me at six’ They were good too but a bit full of themselves, probably as they were about 16 and were just sooo cool with there stupid fringes. Then New Found Glory, now they were excellent. I had only heard a couple of their tunes before but they most definitely ROCKED and I had a little bit of a bop. We then swarmed out of the pub and went to a nice bar. We were all a bit tiddly by this point and ended up arguing about music. Not that this is specifically a drunk thing we do. As I said the next day we could all class our taste in music as Indie/alternative but it is such a huge genre we are never likely to agree on much. We all did agree theta New Found Glory had been very good though. The drunkenness also lead to some extreme sweeping statements in the taxi on the way home too. Mostly about women not being able to do comedy, and sing punk. I disagree as women can do comedy, Jo Brand being an example as far as I’m concerned. And as for punk, well nobody can really sing punk as it is more about the expression in you voice. There are very few examples of proper female punk singers anyway, I think as it doesn’t normally appeal to them as a genre. Siouxie Sioux being the obviously exception. The random statements and heated debates continued for a while and then we went to sleep.

Next day more bacon sarnies and then off into Pompey again to go up the Spinnaker Tower. There is great view from the top and one of those crazy glass floors you can walk on. We then did a spot of shopping before going to a Mexican restaurant and embarrassing Bob by asking for a balloon for him, as it was his birthday tomorrow. Well along came a whole bunch of balloons, which got tied to his chair. KP and I took a balloon each and wandered back to the car with them blowing crazily around behind us and hitting people in the face. Off back to the executive penthouse apartment to watch the end of the rugby and then we went home. It was an enjoyable weekend but I am still rather sleepy from the excerptions. I really am getting too old to go to gigs.

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