The Pope Of Chili Town! (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _planesforstars) wrote,@ 2007-11-13 13:40:00 |
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| Current mood: |  Righteous! |
| Current music: | Bad Astronaut - Acrophobe |
"Oh, here's this morngey cunt again"
"He wanted a GameBoy, but all he got was some fucking crap robot"
Pretty much the best week ever. Where to start?
Newcastle was awesome. We wandered through strange neighbourhoods in search of cider and pizza. Watched alot of garbage television. Had some fucking rough fights (We're both bruised as fuck!). We made a scene in a few shops by being loud and embarrassing and then we ate some more pizza (and Burger King. Claassiest couple on earth? Yeah. Fuck you!). We found this awesome, cosey little pub down by the river. We had cider drinking races whilst ruining everyones night by putting on awful, awful songs on the jukebox. We ordered pizza that I don't even remember eating. All I remember is Ash taking us back to the hotel via some Indiana Jones route. It was like a fucking quest. In future, let the MAN deal with the directions. Man, she's the fucking best.
We went back to Aberdeen after that. probably the furthest north I've ever been on earth! Man, it was fucking cold. We headed down to the seafront to watch the Aberdeen fireworks display. Before a firework was even lit, some fucking champ said "I fucking hate fireworks". As the fireworks went off, more negativity continued from the surrounding ruffians. Ash and I were almost in tears laughing. The fireworks were good. The straight up discontent for a completely FREE display surrounding us was even better. We headed across the road, bought milkshakes, awful awful onion cider and pringles and headed home. Did I mention Dominos? No. I didn't. We ordered Dominos Pizza. My first exposure to such cuisine. Fucking amazing. It was a "Meateor". It had a whole fucking barnyards worth of animals on it, and enough BBQ sauce to drown a whole busload of children. Man, this broad knows food. I was not disappointed. She's good.
We bought beer hats too. You know those hardhats with the slots to put cans at each side? The thing that I've wanted to own since I first saw a cartoon version of one?? Yeah, we both have one of those each. She spotted them in a shop earlier that week and thought of me. Winner!! We had a cider drinking race with them on. One can of scrumpy jack. Another can of asda's very own strong, dry cider. Absolutely disgusting. I totally won though, and let me tell you - this broad can down cider like something else, so I was pretty chuffed. She puts up a tough fight though.
We gave each other some pretty wickedfuckingcool biro tattoos n'all. She drew some soppy Ash <3 Joe writing, and something quite graphic and vulgar on my arm, whilst still retaining some kind of romance. I drew a picture of me, kicking a football into a goal on her arm. My god, she is one lucky girl.
Ash's friend Abby came up for the weekend too. That was pretty awesome. We slagged off whoever was on the music channels, went clubbing and got a bit pasted on pear cider and greasy food. I lost 2-1 at pool to Abby. Bad performance. I just didn't have my head in the game. It could have been the venue. Away soil always puts unwanted pressure on a player. Bring that game to my home turf and it'd be a different story. (However, I regained my dignity by winning 5-1 yesterday). Some cunt tried pushing infront of us on the massive taxi queue. Ash gave her a gobful. I'm not even kidding - that was hot. Semi drunk, angsty scottish dame. What's hotter than that? Nothing? yeah. Thought so... I was fragile on Sunday, but we cured that with cheap Farmfoods cuisine, cuddling up on the sofa and... no, that's about it. Again... This dame knows food. All kinds of awesome.
All of this was padded out by doing pretty much nothing. Getting cosey on the sofa together, watching trashy television and lazing about in bed. I had the best time. She's the fucking best. I came home yesterday, and that sucked so hard. She bought me a scottish packed lunch for the train though, including some brilliant pies and different kinds of Irn Bru. She's a a fucking keeper! I'm missing her like crazy right now, and I just can't function with what I'm doing at work. The distance is fucking stupid, but I don't care.
On Thursday, Another Level's "Freak Me" came on the MTV Base as we were flicking. I'm pretty certain that is our song. Who said romance and good taste is dead? Nobody. I love her to bits
Newcastle was awesome. We wandered through strange neighbourhoods in search of cider and pizza. Watched alot of garbage television. Had some fucking rough fights (We're both bruised as fuck!). We made a scene in a few shops by being loud and embarrassing and then we ate some more pizza (and Burger King. Claassiest couple on earth? Yeah. Fuck you!). We found this awesome, cosey little pub down by the river. We had cider drinking races whilst ruining everyones night by putting on awful, awful songs on the jukebox. We ordered pizza that I don't even remember eating. All I remember is Ash taking us back to the hotel via some Indiana Jones route. It was like a fucking quest. In future, let the MAN deal with the directions. Man, she's the fucking best.
We went back to Aberdeen after that. probably the furthest north I've ever been on earth! Man, it was fucking cold. We headed down to the seafront to watch the Aberdeen fireworks display. Before a firework was even lit, some fucking champ said "I fucking hate fireworks". As the fireworks went off, more negativity continued from the surrounding ruffians. Ash and I were almost in tears laughing. The fireworks were good. The straight up discontent for a completely FREE display surrounding us was even better. We headed across the road, bought milkshakes, awful awful onion cider and pringles and headed home. Did I mention Dominos? No. I didn't. We ordered Dominos Pizza. My first exposure to such cuisine. Fucking amazing. It was a "Meateor". It had a whole fucking barnyards worth of animals on it, and enough BBQ sauce to drown a whole busload of children. Man, this broad knows food. I was not disappointed. She's good.
We bought beer hats too. You know those hardhats with the slots to put cans at each side? The thing that I've wanted to own since I first saw a cartoon version of one?? Yeah, we both have one of those each. She spotted them in a shop earlier that week and thought of me. Winner!! We had a cider drinking race with them on. One can of scrumpy jack. Another can of asda's very own strong, dry cider. Absolutely disgusting. I totally won though, and let me tell you - this broad can down cider like something else, so I was pretty chuffed. She puts up a tough fight though.
We gave each other some pretty wickedfuckingcool biro tattoos n'all. She drew some soppy Ash <3 Joe writing, and something quite graphic and vulgar on my arm, whilst still retaining some kind of romance. I drew a picture of me, kicking a football into a goal on her arm. My god, she is one lucky girl.
Ash's friend Abby came up for the weekend too. That was pretty awesome. We slagged off whoever was on the music channels, went clubbing and got a bit pasted on pear cider and greasy food. I lost 2-1 at pool to Abby. Bad performance. I just didn't have my head in the game. It could have been the venue. Away soil always puts unwanted pressure on a player. Bring that game to my home turf and it'd be a different story. (However, I regained my dignity by winning 5-1 yesterday). Some cunt tried pushing infront of us on the massive taxi queue. Ash gave her a gobful. I'm not even kidding - that was hot. Semi drunk, angsty scottish dame. What's hotter than that? Nothing? yeah. Thought so... I was fragile on Sunday, but we cured that with cheap Farmfoods cuisine, cuddling up on the sofa and... no, that's about it. Again... This dame knows food. All kinds of awesome.
All of this was padded out by doing pretty much nothing. Getting cosey on the sofa together, watching trashy television and lazing about in bed. I had the best time. She's the fucking best. I came home yesterday, and that sucked so hard. She bought me a scottish packed lunch for the train though, including some brilliant pies and different kinds of Irn Bru. She's a a fucking keeper! I'm missing her like crazy right now, and I just can't function with what I'm doing at work. The distance is fucking stupid, but I don't care.
On Thursday, Another Level's "Freak Me" came on the MTV Base as we were flicking. I'm pretty certain that is our song. Who said romance and good taste is dead? Nobody. I love her to bits
