Mid Freakend Telegram

Have I really not made a post since Tuesday? Sheesh.

There is a reason for this. I wrote it down somewhere. I haven't been home since Wednesday because my Thursday night didn't stop and I've crashed on a couple of sofas. That trend will continue until tomorrow night when I can finally sleep in my own bed.

Thursday was pretty crazy. A pound a pint means that you can get Kerplunk drunk for very little money. Jeepers. Plus, I got there three hours before everyone else so I just sat in the corner, drinking and writing in my notebook. I managed to write a short script which, after I've deciphered the increasingly erratic short-hand, will type up and post somewhere.

I bumped into the girl I was seeing and that only confounded me further. Ladies, as much as I love you, you're very hard to read and this girl is a few chapters short of a good book.
I'm trying to date someone, not play treasure hunt.

Anyway, I spent a great deal of time talking about 'The Edge' and by 'Edge' I don't mean the chap from the overhyped stadium band u2, I mean the edge people lose when they give in to the 9 to 5 and dull partners. Like most people, I get all 'the world is mine' when I'm drunk...In a good way.

I'm more :) than :(

I was described by a good friend as 'restless' which, as silly it sounds, made me smile because I used to be referred to as 'generic' (In my relationship days)

I ended up killing zombies until the early hours. 'Dead Rising' is a great game. You can whack zombies with handbags and shoes. I wish I could do that to the people at my local mall.

Yesterday, a few hours of work stalled the fun stuff but it resumed after work when I went out with my awesome co-workers; Blair, Spicer, Portman, G-Money (His idea) and Dom. It was great to hang out with these chaps after work and it us all wonder why we a) haven't done it before and b) do it more often. A furiously competitive game of table football at the fifth bar caused us to commit to meeting up more often. Swish.

My friend Tom picked me up and I went to his house to catch up. I don't see all that much of Tom anymore and that bugs me. I used to blame his girl but that's lazy. She's sweet and I'm probably envious because, well, nothing is really sticking for me and they're happy with their young love and their i-mac.

Wine and banter finished the night off nicely.

Tonight, I'm going to a house in the middle of nowhere to G-Money's house with some of the chaps from last night, Aaron and whoever else tags along (One of whom used to be in 'The Grimleys', a short-lived 'comedy' about the area in which I live)

It's Crazy Horse.

I hope you are having a good freak end. Remember to eat well and hug your friends as and when the moment pleases ye. There's nothing wrong with spreading love, just diseases.

Love and Judo-Chops,

Chris