long week (end)

Right, so... where do i start? i suppose star wars day... i dressed accordingly mind...

had kaye booked in for some work in the afternoon, and we finished early enough to go have some afternoon cocktails.

afternoon cocktails, on a friday afternoon. cant really beat that.... but we sure did manage, coz we had afternoon cocktails... sat by a white piano... surrounded by elderly men. 

fuckin amazing.

yup.

so i headed back to work to draw up saturdays tattoo, and simon came to collect me from work to head over to Liverpool street for the first Take Warning show that's happened in a good... 8, 9, maybe even 10 years.

had some time to kill, so i had dinner in a fish bar... on WILSON street!!!

(for those of u who don't understand my excitement... just read on and don't fret)

My god, the nostalgia. i cant even begin to describe. Shame there weren't that many of the old CBR about, but there was enough to make it weird and wonderful.

here's good ol' mike posing next to a super fancy poster for the night.

mikes dad came along and was singing along to his set which was 

a) awesome

b) adorable

c) amazeballs

triple A.

the venue had some crazy ass old taxidermy from the bar back in the day. it was all incredible, and i wanted it all. 

was a joyous night, and was great to see Babar play, coz i havent seen him play for a good 8, 9, 10 years too.

here's a swanky pic of mike, craig, oli and barbar i did with my swanky new phone which i still haven't grown tired of.

so that was that. 

on Saturday, Rory surprised me at work with a slice of cake. totally made my day...

and on sunday, me n simon went for a roast in highgate. wasn't sure i'd even leave barnet, as the tube is down, and i gotta bus it everywhere, but seeing as today is a bank holiday, i figured i'd go stir crazy if i didn't leave my comfortable concrete encasement...

was good to get out, even if i did have to get buses everywhere and waste a heap of time...

rad door knocker we passed. 

and cute print out reservation for our table!

i figured i'd go for the beef, seeing as simon is my red meat coach ... but i met the meat... and we didnt get along so well. in fact... i think the conversation went something like this (between me and simon... not me and the meat....to clarify) 

S: how is it?

J : i am getting disturbed by the noises i can hear in my mouth when i chew that i have never heard before.

S : i dont even know what that means.

anyways, i gave it my all.... and milo was lucky enough to witness 'my all' not really being much... coz i think he ate more meat than me. and didn't even chew. i need to figure out how he does it... coz that seemed to be my main mental obstacle (besides the fact a knife couldn't cut through said beef.... ) but the fact i chewed one piece over 40 times, and STILL had to swallow it whole... just seems wrong to me. 

but what do i know, i'm new to eating this beef mallarcky.

anyways... then i had dessert...

i gave it my all, and simon was lucky enough to witness 'my all' not really being much... coz he had to finish it off.

so then we went to what i think i can catagorically say was the worst pub in hightgate... before ending up in what i reckon is the weirdest.... 

nice ... weird... little pub crawl.

today i am not leaving barnet. i have been mooching, and doing laundry, and hanging paintings,  and scrubbing moss off my terrace, and beating my sonic high score on sega, and watching documentaries, and walking the dog... i actually got a lot done today... and it's only 3pm.

time for a nap maybe. 

til next time.

PUT THE MONEY IN THE CUP!