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[Jul. 11th, 2004|09:29 pm]
Listen in, listen Ian!
So, I left sunny (nb - not sunny) Bury at about 3ish yesterday afternoon to drive to Nottingham. I stopped off at Meadowhall on the way because I wanted to try and buy something to wear. But failed dismally. What are good places to buy clothes these days that aren't absurdly expensive, or chavvy beyond belief? Or just shit? Several times I saw a promising t-shirt across a shop floor, only to find out when I got to it that it had some obnoxiously laddish slogan on it. Giving up in despair, I went to watch Shrek 2 at the cinema there, which was ace, and seemed to be over in no time at all. One of the trailers was for "Garfield". Are they running desperately short of ideas for CGI films now? Does anyone still remember who Garfield is? It's not 1987 any more, ffs. And the Garfield voice was rubbish too.

It was in a happy frame of mind then that I drove to Nottingham. After a brief and fruitless drive around a few shops trying to find a bottle of [branded sugar-free sparkling orange drink] I got to Sue and Gregg's house at about half past eight, and the barbecue was already lit. Sausages, burgers and chicken kebabs got duly eaten, and people got drunk/stoned as the night went on. You can tell what a rowdy time we were having when I mention that we were playing Cranium at midnight! Wow! After which there was music and dancing, and all of a sudden it seemed to be light again. Now, I'm sure all you metropolitan London types stay up until six pretty much every night, but this was unusually rakish behaviour for me. The party was pretty much only broken up when it was dues to Sue's mum coming downstairs to complain about the noise. Although given that I'd just seen someone walk past the house with a dog, implying they'd been to bed and _Got up_, it was probably about time to get some sleep. Which I sort of fitfully did, on the lounge floor with the accompaniment of a parrot going through his repertoire until about 12.

I managed not to fall asleep driving back to Bury, which was for the best really. Am quite tired, now. I think I might have a bath and an early night.