And so to bed.
Lovely crowd tonight apart from a couple of people made mostly of botulism and scorn. They ordered a big meal before the start despite being advised not to and made everything start later while having a competition with each other about who was going to look more angry about having to rush their dinner. Two people though, swamped by the rest of the crowd who were having a fun time and got it. I think the weather is going to shit for a bit tomorrow so I’ll take an evening like tonight anytime. These final few long nights before they close the darkness in – they’re precious.
Siwan has to do all the admin and she’s getting fed up of it. Not only having to sell tickets but also having to put up with people writing annoying emails before and after the fact. I hope those two people behave themselves on Design My Night as I could sense they knocked Siwan out of her happy place, and good socials are the lifeblood of such an enterprise. People like that are the contributing factor to Siwan making the image for this year a gravestone with the text saying it is the final outing. I think we might find a way to revive it to be honest. I might have to buy it off her.
Saturday night in Hampstead and I’ve never seen so many coked up folk. Maybe its because I’m sober so I can see it clearer, I’m not in the head-tunnel that only looks towards the next drinky. We had a smooth run though, no eejits trying to disrupt things, just a pair of lovely stoned kids who enjoyed watching Jo being a Victorian ghost.
On the way home I took advantage of our sober late night Muslim community once more, stopping for a mighty fine shawarma at one of the crowded places on Edgware Road. You’re always better off when the kebab shop isn’t aimed at students – whatever that elephant’s leg is made of it is better by far than the stuff they ran for DNA at Reading University according to an urban myth when I was there, and found 28 different meats including seagull. Lies of course, but believable when presented with those grey strips of deathpaste. Tonight it felt like something you could call food even if you were in a foul mood like the bloatyfaces we had tonight.
I’m enjoying having the days free before the work at the moment. It’s a late finish but I’m beginning to find a rhythm. Maybe a bit late to eat all that meat again – my dreams last night were wild and my sleep was restless. I think tomorrow I’ll experiment with a big meal beforehand – I always just worry it’ll make me sluggish when I need to be firing energy. But worth an experiment. I’ll be drinking a load of Gaviscon before bed tonight.
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