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So...after teaching on Saturday, there was a mad dash around the house to get it clean enough (and it never is in my book) for the arrival of Luxury Stranger and Pete at mine after the gig at Slimelight...
Got down to Angel, wandering to find the Wetherspoons that Faith was at, I found Chris and Paul..and then joined by Mark and Dave and then Pete and finally Faith...wandered therefore over to Slimelight.
I don't care how much they renovate the place, it is still a shithole. Honestly...I never did make it upstairs, so I have no idea if anything has improved..but whatever. After catching up with lots of people, laughing a lot, Luxury Stranger came on...and as per their normal thing - rocked. I danced my little self silly and did a shit job at taking photos, ah well...promise to do better next time. (I didn't watch the Lories..sorry, not my cup of tea)
There was more wandering, laughing, having CJ lick my boots (which Paul found highly confusing)...sitting at the merch table...it was time to pack up...which was dutifully done and we all clammered into the Luxury Stranger Van of Doom (I have just named it that for no more reason than I think it needs a name and Bob is boring)...At mine...we all piled in..Chris crashed immediately in the dining room (which had an air bed all set up)...the rest of us hung out, ate crisps, Pete and Simon drank an entire bottle of port, Paul turned in soon after Chris...(turned in is not really the right description...flopped face first onto the air bed in the hallway is more accurate)..and we stayed up until 6am talking and laughing.
Crawling into bed at that time reminds me that I am not as young as I used to be.
But that was reinforced by Mr. Early Bird - Paul, waking up at 8:30...I got up, we made toast, tea and chatted until Pete wandered in from the living room, made himself a coffee and then promptly went back to bed. Lisa then woke...followed by Chris and there was great chaos in the house while I made breakfast (with Paul on Toast Patrol - which is a little like Snow Patrol, but not). I was told I have no idea how to make tea (um..so I put the milk in first? Sue me)...and then sat down for brekkie. How do you feed a band?
- one dozen eggs
- 16 rashers of bacon
- 8 sausages
- two small cans of baked beans
- two packages of mushrooms
- pretty much a total loaf of bread
I do need to remember to have brown sauce and worchesterhsire (sp?) sauce...I only had ketchup!
Meanwhile, any attention that could have been given to anyone else was taken by Jolie. She has several new fans - especially in Paul and Chris and I had to inspect their bags to ensure they didn't steal her. She is such a tramp...loves her men and just goes all flirty whenever men are around (please no comments about like mother like daughter)
Eventually...as we chatted in the kitchen, Simon awoke from his sleep and Pete then awoke...there was more silliness and merriment, more Jolie playing..and off everyone went.
I then laid on the sofa bed and barely moved...falling asleep around 9pm to a somewhat fitful sleep and I woke up still exhausted.
So thank you to the lovely boys of Luxury Stranger, the gorgeous Lisa and the darling Pete for being perfect house guests. I know how to make tea, can hold my own with the guys and their somewhat saucy banter (yes, Paul - your arms are bigger), have learned some alternative lyrics to Luxury Stranger songs, confirmed that Holland is on the cards, had tips on making mushrooms, oh so many different things! Thanks to the five of you...the house strangely seemed quiet and lonely after you all left. You are welcome anytime you are in London!
Got down to Angel, wandering to find the Wetherspoons that Faith was at, I found Chris and Paul..and then joined by Mark and Dave and then Pete and finally Faith...wandered therefore over to Slimelight.
I don't care how much they renovate the place, it is still a shithole. Honestly...I never did make it upstairs, so I have no idea if anything has improved..but whatever. After catching up with lots of people, laughing a lot, Luxury Stranger came on...and as per their normal thing - rocked. I danced my little self silly and did a shit job at taking photos, ah well...promise to do better next time. (I didn't watch the Lories..sorry, not my cup of tea)
There was more wandering, laughing, having CJ lick my boots (which Paul found highly confusing)...sitting at the merch table...it was time to pack up...which was dutifully done and we all clammered into the Luxury Stranger Van of Doom (I have just named it that for no more reason than I think it needs a name and Bob is boring)...At mine...we all piled in..Chris crashed immediately in the dining room (which had an air bed all set up)...the rest of us hung out, ate crisps, Pete and Simon drank an entire bottle of port, Paul turned in soon after Chris...(turned in is not really the right description...flopped face first onto the air bed in the hallway is more accurate)..and we stayed up until 6am talking and laughing.
Crawling into bed at that time reminds me that I am not as young as I used to be.
But that was reinforced by Mr. Early Bird - Paul, waking up at 8:30...I got up, we made toast, tea and chatted until Pete wandered in from the living room, made himself a coffee and then promptly went back to bed. Lisa then woke...followed by Chris and there was great chaos in the house while I made breakfast (with Paul on Toast Patrol - which is a little like Snow Patrol, but not). I was told I have no idea how to make tea (um..so I put the milk in first? Sue me)...and then sat down for brekkie. How do you feed a band?
- one dozen eggs
- 16 rashers of bacon
- 8 sausages
- two small cans of baked beans
- two packages of mushrooms
- pretty much a total loaf of bread
I do need to remember to have brown sauce and worchesterhsire (sp?) sauce...I only had ketchup!
Meanwhile, any attention that could have been given to anyone else was taken by Jolie. She has several new fans - especially in Paul and Chris and I had to inspect their bags to ensure they didn't steal her. She is such a tramp...loves her men and just goes all flirty whenever men are around (please no comments about like mother like daughter)
Eventually...as we chatted in the kitchen, Simon awoke from his sleep and Pete then awoke...there was more silliness and merriment, more Jolie playing..and off everyone went.
I then laid on the sofa bed and barely moved...falling asleep around 9pm to a somewhat fitful sleep and I woke up still exhausted.
So thank you to the lovely boys of Luxury Stranger, the gorgeous Lisa and the darling Pete for being perfect house guests. I know how to make tea, can hold my own with the guys and their somewhat saucy banter (yes, Paul - your arms are bigger), have learned some alternative lyrics to Luxury Stranger songs, confirmed that Holland is on the cards, had tips on making mushrooms, oh so many different things! Thanks to the five of you...the house strangely seemed quiet and lonely after you all left. You are welcome anytime you are in London!
