I 'nipped' out for a pint with goatboy on friday

I arrived at very packed Tanners, and was introduced, to what can only be described as the beginning of a paddy Irish man joke.

Three Irish men, two Germans, a Swede an ozzie, a Turkish fella, a Scots man and the entire pathology department of the RVI.

I was tired and in bad mood and wasn't really in the best of form for meeting people I a felt trying to state a conversation with anyone was a bit laboured and uncharacteristically very hard work.

Which is unfortunate because everyone in the bar and goatboys associates where all really friendly and I think I may have come across as a moody so and so. In an attempt to perk up my lagging mood and the fact that I didn't really want to drink, I started talking to a girl from Leeds about corpses, spaced and Shaun of the dead. Always goods in roads I find. Particularly the corpse one. You'll never know when I might need to fake my own death again. (As previously mentioned killing Mark although likely is time consuming and killing a Goff, would just be playing into his hands. I could have him smiling at me as the cold embrace of the grave envelopes him and the sweet relief of the death and his soul soars to what ever Goff heaven they have)

Spent most of the night talking to this lass, she was canny and seemed quite keen, I actually managed to convince her to come back to Anthony's for a cuppa, but as I've already said, I wasn't myself and could build the courage up to lunge at her or get her phone number

Goat boy was in fine form, he told me that I am now officially his 'wing man' when out on the prowl for women. However judging by his buckfast fuelled conversation pieces, such as raping Bosco, singing football songs and generally being drunk. It's going to be a long flight with lots of turbulence J

Goatboy's 'high' spirits lent themselves to him agreeing to coming on my cultural weekend…

Left Anthony's fell in the door at half three

Up early on Saturday to go to work.nope didn't make it, I was so tired I couldn't sleep, got up jumped in the bath, my mood hadn't really improved any.which is a bit strange, had some breakfast, and arranged to meet wayne, bridie and goatboy in trills at 1pm, I was adamant that I was not going to drink or spend money..

This went pretty well up until 12.45pm when I bought a pint of Guinness to while away the minutes until they turned up. That turned into another pint and food when everyone arrived. Wayne disappeared, not shortly after I insulted his larp sword, because he couldn't remember it's name.

I told him my sword would be called 'John the Civil Servence' smiter of the red tape, bane of senior mangement and champion of all public servants. The only problem being you would need to complete an 'aB2' form, in triplicate, before I could unleash my buearcartic wrath

and the three of us headed off to the discovery museum. Pretty good actually finally got to see the turbinia. Perhaps one of the most important things to come out of Newcastle.

The punk exhibition sucked balls

Goatboy was getting tetchy after an hour of walking around looking at stuff, bridie was getting tired and wanted cake, so we went to meet stodge in the forth and watch the rugby. I had another pint

Bridie left as we headed down to the bridge to catch the second half of the rugby, I had another 2 pints, and mark and Lydia arrived. I had another pint, I somehow let myself get convinced to go to the Charnel house, and by proxy Stodge had to go because Goatboy was off down to the Cluny to catch some MOR band.

Went to the charnel house introduced myself to a load of people and woody and sue where there which was strange. Met one of the dicks I fell out with from Sunderland goth/larp scene. He's not charismatic he's just ignorant.

By the end of the night I had danced and been further introduced to Newcastle's most hated Goff, and flurry of other unfortunates.

Was then convinced to go to legends, can remember very little about it apart form Mark telling me I should go out and get myself a wee woman..

I left at about 2 and walked home,

Because of this I would like to thank the following roads for not letting me be murdered on them

New Bridge Street
Shields road
Union Road
Welbeck road.

All of whom are responsible for me being alive and telling you this tedious tale.

Sunday gav cooked for me again. Cheers gav

Monday relaxed and did nothing

Tuesday goatboy rang me and asked if I wanted to go and catch the Northern Ireland Wales game in the Sports Café, I said yeah, went and dusted down my scarf, my flag (or 'Fleg' ) and my 125 anniversary Northern Ireland top (or Tap)..Put them on

And then decided against in because knowing me I would have walked into a bar full of Welsh supporters.

Got in just before kick off and it was fantastic. about 100 norn iron fans bouncing around and singing like it was the north stand at Windsor, it surprising how much more fun watching footie is when your drinking a lot surrounded by yer country men.

Fell out of there at closing missing my last bus, but agreeing to build them a website and forum, and dandered up to popolos to meet Anthony and Lotti, tried to speak, but was tired, hungry and a bit drunk 

Left got the most expensive taxi in the world home, cooked something (I could tell what it was by the cremated remnants on the bottom of the pan) and chucked on my newly acquired Moscow Coup Attempt DVD…wow it's fantastic..

Came around at about 2am and scraped myself into bed, and dragged myself into work only to be confronted with a project obstacle the size Russell grants pants

tonight i've been sitting around wondering why the cumberland arms mypsace people hate me and keep rejecting my friends requests. I put it down to the publicity shots I did for Cooper about three years ago that appeared in the journal, i made him stand on one of the benchs at the front of it..thats probably a no no

I've annoyed alot of people in my time but this is the first time a bar has fallen out with me :)

oh apart form that time the Botanic Inns group did..but thats a different story