I should be asleep. I should also be sorting my photos out and getting them ready to go up on the stock site. Should also have written several chapters of my book (which I havent touched in three weeks)... but can't be arsed.
Didn't sleep thursday night, was too busy arranging meeting points etc with a bunch of mad arse Canadians.
Didn't sleep Friday night, met said Canadians, plus my mainlander mate, went out for dinner and got rather drunk, spent all night in the hotel room drinking wine and laughing about a hole in my mates duvet cover (nicknamed 'the xxxxx')
Left the hotel at 9am to find that the nearest Starbucks didn't open until 9.30 (not good when you're in urgent need of caffeine). Got back to the hotel at 2.30, after spending hours walking around Bristol (mainly Clifton area, wanted to see the little bridge
). Got ready to go to the show.
Got to Colston Hall at half 4 and got a bollocking for being late for the VIP party (oops - not!!). Had a load of free booze (nice), went and saw the soundcheck, more free booze. Went into the hall and found my seat (front row, centre stage right next to the aisle!!). Heard one and half songs from the support act, walked out and went back to the bar for more free drinks (I was gonna get the iPod out but seeing as my knees were touching the stage, she was close enough to kick me in the face). Went back into the hall just before he was due on stage. Got my name and seat number called out - ''ooooh, Jen in A18 is already pissed... (he had to stop talking whilst everyone laughed)... and is well up for a shag''. Every bugger in the front row was recording it on their cameras and phones (including me - by now completely mortified!!), so now of course its all over the net. Had some fat yeti stood next to me squealing in my ear because he happened to have the seat next to Jen in A18 (that'll be me by the way). Bopped my arse off for two hours, then as he was going off stage he gave me a part chewed Werthers Original - covered in spit. Hello eBay.
Didn't sleep saturday night as my room was marked out for the after show party room - 15 people in one (medium sized) hotel room. Queue complaints from City Inn Bristol management (apologies to the chinese couple in the room above btw
), complaints from the room service waiter who refused to bring us a corkscrew (amazing what a fiver will get you though).
Was on the plane at 1pm, back here by 1.35 and back home by 2. Still havent slept, and have got a gorgeous bug now - anyone want a high temperature, dodge belly, dizzy spells and a body that feels like its been trampled over? No takers? Didnt think so.
So yeah, its now 2am, havent slept in about 70 hours, I've gone past the point of tiredness now, my eyes cant focus enough to sort the photos out or even to think about writing, and im back to the 'cant sleep' stage. And theres crap all on MTV.
Stonking weekend though
Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 12:37 am
!!!!!
