Sunday, January 18, 2004

...how every saturday should be...

Woke up at 3pm. Watched "Monk" on BBC2. Had a spliff. Got ready, got on the tube and went to Turnpike lane. Met up with Naz. Had chips. Caught tube to Hammersmith. Walked to the Apollo. Stood in line and chatted. Got in. Had a pint and a whiskey. Found a good place to stand right at the front. There were no shit support bands. Watched Dream Theater. The keyboards didn't ruin it by making it sound like a C64 game soundtrack. They played the classic "Death on two legs" from Queen's seminal "A night at the opera" just after the interval.

Caught tube to Turnpike Lane. Found an unopened packet of cigarettes on the seat. Got a Chicken Shish Kebab with garlic sauce. Went to Naz's house and smoked many spliffs (many many spliffs...). Watched The Matrix Reloaded. Didn't hate it because I was stoned and the stoned brain thrives on repetition (hence the popularity of Drum''''''n'''''''base with westcountry potheads). Failed to realise at any point that I was watching the same special effect over and over again, and didn't notice the absence of writing from the creative process because I was so wasted I was unable to follow the dialogue anyway.

Got night bus home. No vomit (unlike last fucking night; watery it was, and swilling up and down the footwell as the bus started and stopped) and no dodgy fuckers. Arrived at the house. Sat down, lit a spliff and fired up computer.

Pure heaven.