Rubbish Night Out

Can you even imagine?
Crushing...

I will post pictures and stories from the week of wolkoff just as soon as the hangover has worn off

Seeing as I'm half way through that week and the hangover is only just kicking in from the weekend, and well, it's all just topping up from here... yeah it's gonna be a couple of days.

Hang in there my loyal fans

If you could only hear me apologise

OK, so this morning I weas on the tube on the way to work and the guy opposite me lent forward to ask me a question. He was deaf and so pointed to his notepad. I firgured he needed directions, and he was actually going to a place on the way to where I work so I offered to show him. And that's when the conversation stopped. I felt a bit awkward and weird that I couldn't just speak to him and help him further.

Then I remembered an incident some years ago. I was walking through a shopping centre and saw some people ahead playing loud music. They were arranged in tiers and were obviously putting on a performance. This was back in the days before I wore glasses everyday and so I really could only just see these blurry people dancing widly, doing all these actions to the music. It was Christmas too, so I began to chuckle to my companion and to mimic the "hilarious dancing" that these people were doing to "Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer".

She looked at me. Then she looked at them, looked back at me and shook her head.

"They're not dancing. That's sign-language".

Funnyman

So the weekend rocked! It was really ace on Friday night, spun some great house tunes and had them dancing all night. Tune of the night goes to Bob Sinclar "Love Generation", a real feel-good tune and one that raised the roof. All the happiness continued into Saturday when my girlfriend had her birthday celebrations. It was the first weekend of our patching things up. We've had some great conversations and the way I feel for her grows and grows - what a dumb ass idiot I was for letting things get so difficult. Now we are in the same place working similar jobs and similar hours. We're meeting on the same page and it's feeling so good right now. We're on the right track! Couldn't be happier. We're just meant to be.

The party rocked though, 100 or so bottles and cans of beer, 5 bottles of wine, a couple of champagne... 30 close friends got wrecked! There are some quality videos and I took 200 photographs! There was dancing, there was, romancing, there was the incident with the pogo stick and the hard hats and that moment when I woke up to find our friend stuffing tissue down my top to give me breasts. I got up and took off the necklace, laughing at the "hilarity". Man I needed a slash so skulked out to the bathroom.

It took about 15 minutes to wipe the joker's smile off my face. Red lipstick is nigh-on impossible to remove.

Well Done England

The Ashes are ours!

(Pictures Courtesy of BBC News Online)

Read all about it here

Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! I shot you down...

http://www.themercury.co.za/index.php?fSectionId=283&fArticleId=2850592

Don't Put It In Your Mouth

Bad advice for good girlfriends

Redback Virgins

Took a couple more people along for an induction.

It rocked.

It always does...

See you next Sunday!

Thought for the Day

Hello Mr. Wall, I'm Simon's face, I hope you wont object if I ram myself into you repeatedly. It'll make me feel super.

It's Got Nothing To With Books

The Reading Festival 2005

Some choice pics, in no particular order!

!!WHAT A WEEKEND!!

Thanks to my sis, el Crazio Hazilio for a wicked birthday present!

This is where it all began - the first can of girlyberg on the boat to the campsite.

War of the back puppets!

Evidence of my festival summer 2005! Global Gathering, Reading and Glastonbury!! YEAH!

The Killers!

Some tart in a hat

Some other tart in a hat!

The Foo Fighters!

Campsite buddies, Andy and .. err... I forget!

The sign that denotes the residence of Schon and Fleur, esteemed late-night drinking buddies and fellow Green 6 campers!

This is like, 8am... nice one Fleur!

This is me after Fleur watered me with girlyberg. The sting of beer in the eyes at 8am after 20 hours of drinking is not something I enjoyed!

Schon kept drinking until about 10 or 11am. Good man.

We got through 4 cases in the weekend, and 4 of us managed 60 cans in one night. That's after we got back having sloshed vodka jellies, carling draught and pints of strongy down our gullets for hours inside the festival!

Rocking out to Mylo

This was the "Drop The Pressure" moment and completed my hatrick of seeing Mylo at every festival!

Girls get frisky to punding house tunes!

I met these guys watching Iron Maiden and shared their fire. They were cool. Word to ya!

READING ROCKED.... See you again soon!

Ree-spec!