hmmm, thats very melancoly isnt it...
I like the saying, but not the mood it sets, how about, Green, isnt it a nice color....
HA HA, so after confusing the hell out of you and confirming the suspicions of those concerned with my emotionally challenged state (read: slightly insane) how the hell is everyone. These boards have gotten very quiet.
So, whats happened in the last few weeks, hold on while i gether my thoughts
(FLUSH)
Ahh, much better
So, lets see. Saturday last, myself and the ger-meister decided to make for town and seek out a beverage and some pleasurable company. Easily for ger, he seems to have a retainer list of such company, CAM ON COADY BOY!!!!!
So, in we go, ger with lady friend in hand, yours truly armed with my blue shirt, and a skip in my step. Several drinks later, the skipping was cut out.
On went the night, the last night for Mick O Neill and Thomas Joyce in this fair town. So another few drinkies were taken. Then another few. Eventually myself and coady-kai were on the whicky. The skip had no turned into a trip.
Suddenly, as if the heavens themselves had opened up and shone a great lighty, shiney light upon me, an idea of such brilliance over-took me.
On a previous outing, i had spotted a bar in kings cross that liked to play, shall we say, loud music, otherwise known as shouting music by the lad.
"JAMES" the voice said
"THIS PLACE SUCKS, SEEK OUT THE METAL BAR, HEADBANG TILL YOUR NECK PAINS YOU, AND GET YOUR HAND OFF MY ASS"
"sorry" i said to the big lad, and engaged the A-Compass (Alcohol-Compass)
Upon arriving i found the bar surprissingly full of shirty types, then i looked in a strategically placed mirror and noticed my shirt. Hmmm, i thought. Hmmm the mirror also thought.
Unfortunately not only was the place near empty, they were playing feckin Top 40 crap.
"JAMES, ASK AND YOU SHALL FIND" the voice said
"Feck off, i aint following you again ya nacker"
"SERIOUS LAD, GIVE IT A GO"
So i did. And lo and behold a metal club did exist. And i went, and i saw that it was good.
The night gets hazy from there, coversations with goth type women, and a particular talkative mirror, the guy in which had a lovely blue shirt, and a tasche like mine, and......wait a minute....what was that guy from neighbours doing in that club......
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