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Le Fancy à la Francey.

Published on February 6, 2010 in Life, Night life, Random and Rant. Closed

As you can probably see from the amount I have blogged, I haven’t been out the house that much recently -although you would have thought it would be the opposite? Went to Tesco today and saw these:

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Packs of LEMON only French Fancies.

What the fuck Mr. Kipling.

I mean seriously. Why would anyone want this. Fair enough all PINK or CHOCOLATE packs but LEMON?!?! I can’t even think of anyone who would want to buy this, I mean who likes lemon French Fancies…apart from my dad, but to be fair he likes the pink and chocolate ones too, I doubt he’d want six lemon ones. Variety is the spice of life.

On another note a bar has opened in The Printworks called Illusions, it plays cool music, has a cool vibe, and has MAGICIANS. Went on Friday night (Last night?) with Will, Jonny, and Becky, I think Jonny had a stroke when the magician swallowed a balloon. It was pretty much us and the staff cause it was getting late, it was like a private show. Wicked. Cheered me up – sad ’cause I was tired and grumpy after napping (minor fml there).

Hilton.

Published on September 26, 2009 in Night life. 1 Comment

Had a ridiculously drunk Friday night last night. It was RIDONKULOUS.

The night started with us running late, because well Will and I always seem to when we’re going on a night out, but thankfully a cab managed to flag us down (most probably due to my flailing and wailing trying to walk in high heels), and he took us the back way to the hilton ;) for the IBM meal and cocktail do.

Got there a bit flustered, but Will’s dad (Bob) and Nicky were already there with a bottle of vino open, BONUS! Barely ate during the day, so we were looking forward to a good meal. I was given my plate with an anorexic chicken breast on it, I waited for my veg, then realised the shriveled up bits of courgette underneath my chicken were my veg. DESIGNER portions my arse! We should have expected it really. It really was a tiny shit attempt at a meal.

So, already tipsy from the 2 bottles of wine and lack of food, we head up to Cloud 23 with our free cocktail vouchers! Managed to get a booth with our own waiter, ‘Liquid Liam’. I ordered my cosmopolitan and managed to knock it back quite quickly, Bob ordered a bottle of champers, and Nicky decided to give me her cosmo -jeepers!

We managed to tank through 3 bottles of champagne somehow, with strawberries as well of course. AND I had another cosmo -pretty sure I spilt half of it down myself. Definitely a sign of a drunken mess. After paying the over £200 bar bill, we left for home, but not before I fell over (weak ankles and high heels) in the Hilton Foyer! Bob and Nicky thinking I was too drunk to stand hoisted me up and carried me to a taxi with Will. Embarrassing!

I do not remember getting home. I do not remember what I did when I got home. I was fucked.

I woke up naked (0900), and as soon as I sat up I had the violent urge to throw up. Which I’ve had up until now (1525). FML.

Birthday.

Published on March 9, 2009 in Life and Night life. Closed

Had a lovely birthday, my parents got me a Links of London Sweetie Bracelet and some bits and bobs such as a manicure/pedicure kit, a Willow Tree figurine, and my mum knitted me some socks and a scarf. I’m potentially very snuggley! Will got me an ‘L’ charm for my bracelet, a gorgeous (new in!) Fred Perry polo shirt, loads of awesome DVDs and some Urban Decay make up! I’m well made up!

Oh and I got my hair cut! It’s like a bob length (but looks cool) loads different but all I’ve had is compliments! I kind of want it shorter though.

On the downside my helix piercing was twatted by Will’s cousin in an over excited (drunk) greeting at the pub, so now it’s well sore!

Canon.

Published on January 24, 2009 in Night life and Technology. Closed

Broke my new camera last night. Fuck. Went to Liverpool for Mark’s 25th Birthday, Pete came in and I was drunk and excited, I hugged him but my camera got caught on his coat and fell from like 6ft onto a wooden floor. Fucked it. Lense has concertina-ed into itself. Yay. Had it less than a month, and no insurance. Fucker.

On the upside, I had a great night, I went to the RAZ for the first time -Baywatch theme for the win, annnd Will is taking me to Pizza Express tonight, hopefully my hangover will be gone by then. Bleh…

Sweden Trip One.

Published on May 19, 2008 in Life and Night life. Closed

It was my first time trip to Sweden, and first time visit to see my brother, Peter, over there last Friday. I had a lot of stress dealing with Ryanair trying to book my tickets, and I realised they are so cheap because they employ robots and incompetant, incoherent people to deal with customers. I spent more money trying to book my ticket than my actual ticket cost. Tbh I can’t actually be bothered going into a rant about how appalling they were because they’re not even worth it, I’ll just say to anyone reading, I would think twice before ever trying to do anything regarding ryanair, because it’ll be time and money consuming.

Anyway, flight there was okay, I had some randomo Swedish old lady sat next to me, who was talking to me the whole time, and showing me pictures of dolphins. In all fairness though they were pretty impressive pictures of dolphins lol.

right..this blog requires effort, it will be finished soon-ish…

EDIT: Just realised I never finished this entry -nearly a year on! Essentially I had a great time, we had pancakes for breakie, we went round Stockholme, went to the pool house got uber drunk then got a chinese and went out on the p i s s on the Friday. Saturday we slobbed out on the sofa and watched a film eating pic ‘n’ mix, then we went bowling which was loads of fun and we got an awesome pizza for tea. Sunday we chilled out and went to an Irish pub to watch the footy. Something along those lines anyway. Brill weekend!

Spoons.

Published on March 29, 2008 in Life and Night life. Closed

Last night, Will and I were leaving Whetherspoons in St. Annes to go to Blackpool for Mike Carr’s Birthday, but as I went out the door, I managed to fall down the stairs. Well, more I went over on my ankle, twisting it on some uneven tiles on the last step and fell over (I wasn’t even drunk!). But because there were uneven tiles, there was a dip in the floor; therefore after all the rain we’ve been having there was a huge puddle there. So not only did I hurt my self, but I got my self a soaking wet foot and leg. Then the bouncers, being very attentive to me and making sure I was okay (probably to avoid law suits :p ), pulled out a chair for me to sit on, but of course with all the rain it was soaking, and thus ended up with a wet bum too. Some small tears appeared with the ankle pain, but I soon bounced back when I realised I could walk on it, even though it was pretty painful and was throbbing.

Ended up going to Blackpool anyway, and proceeded to get drunk to try mask the pain, and it worked. However, Will and I did end up falling up some stairs in Jenx when we were having a bit of a snog which hurt my ankle loads, and then I ended up slapping some guy in the face because he gave me shit when I wouldn’t kiss him (wtf?!). Woke up this morning, and well, warning signals had being given off by the fact I hadn’t slept well because of my ankle, but when I actually got up I couldn’t walk on it! It’s swollen as anything, and hurts loads, but my dad said it’ll be fine, so I’m not too worried. Gonna take ages for it to get better apparently :( good night though :P

Streetlight.

Published on February 19, 2008 in Life, Night life, Rant and University. Closed

I think I’d rather do annnnything but this psychology report that’s in for tomorrow. I don’t even understand it. It’s GAY.

So here I am bloggethoning :D

Got another gig to chat about: Streetlight Manifesto! They were supporting Reel Big Fish at Manny Academy 1 on Sunday night. They made me happy. Especially when they played ‘Point, Counterpoint’, although where I was stood I seemed to be the only person who knew the words *go me*. I lost Emma and Natalie when that song came on, and I got in with the ‘pit’ but it wasn’t even a fun skanking pit…it was just loads of sweaty, fat lads, jumping up and down.

Which lead me to decide they should seriously make it compulsory, that when you walk into a gig venue, you are sprayed with deodorant. I mean fair enough, people sweat -I don’t mind that, but it’s when they sweat and they fucking stink! It smelt so much of feet at one point, that I could have thrown up, and because I’m smaller I get all their back fat sweat in my face. I didn’t have this problem at From Autumn To Ashes, the crowd were all girls or prepubescent boys who haven’t mastered the art of grossing anyone out with their BO, within a 5 metre radius.

So sweaty, fat, grossoids aside, I had fun. It was less violent than FATA, I only got hit in the nose, and the back, although my T-shirt got ripped and I bust my lip as a fatty shouldered me in the mouth. Oh and some dick’ed infront of me was wearing high heels and she jumped on my foot, right on my big toe joint, so I punched her in the head. I have a bruuuise there now :(

Other than that I haven’t actually done much recently. I became a bit of a recluse, staying in bed like all day, and hating everything. Then I got a letter from uni saying I’d missed lectures and I had to contact them. So (eventually) I thought I better do something. Went to talk to old Andy Wiseman (the Combined Honours guy) yesterday, didn’t really sort anything out, in fact he was a bit difficult to talk to, but somehow I feel better about things (??)

Got my car fixed, looks as good as new, only £120 too. But a bird has crapped all over it now, can’t wait to go home and wash it. Which will be this weekend, for me Mam’s 50th Birthday, *yay for a nice meal with the family* and hopefully on Friday I’m going out with my bro and me cousin’s for a wild one in Lytham St.Annes!
:( Back to Psychology now I guess…

FATA.

Published on January 18, 2008 in Life and Night life. Closed

Tonight, cheered me up loads.

…So I want to thank my brother, Sparkin, for the christmas present (that I chose :P )

I got to go to see one of my all time favourite bands!
From Autumn To Ashes.
Yes they are great and you should all check out their albums (although not so much the last two)

I’ll finish the rest tomorrow, when I don’t have a headache from being headbutted twice in the mosh pit…

Last night started with a dash to the bus stop (I was obviously looking really cool), got to the academy and was told I couldn’t take my (full) bottle of water (that I just bought) in because they sell their own water, so I tried to down it all (failed) and threw it in the bin, annoyed. I then failed at finding academy 2, but when I did find it, the first supporting band literally just started playing, timing or what?! They were called Maple something. Quite good, although all their songs sounded similar. Some cool drumming though.

Next band: Flood of Red, like I read on a review: ‘good, until the singer opened his mouth’. Very true, I actually had to hold my ears a couple of times to shield them. He loved himself, looked scarily like Sam Parr, and him and the guitarist shared some bum grabbage at one point. They bummed themselves a bit too much, I counted them saying ‘you should all check out and buy our T-shirts and CD’, about 9 times. I was not impressed. However the keyboardist made me lol, as do most who are in bands, they seem to over compensate their ‘moshing’ because they play a stationary, not very exciting instrument. So anyway, their keyboard guy was ‘headbanging’ whilst holding on to the keyboard. I kept invisioning him twatting his head on the keyboard and just falling to the floor knocked out. lol. I think I looked odd, being on my own and laughing..

Finally the god of all sexy bands came on. FATA.
They started with 3 of their new songs:
Deth Kult Social Club
Recounts And Recollections
Daylight Saving
During one of those songs, there was a group of 4/5 lads about 2 or 3 years younger than me, I’d heard them saying “you start it” “no, you start it” I assumed they were talking about a mosh pit (I had been gagging for some movement) so when they lamely started pushing into each other a little bit, I took it as my duty as a ‘hardcore’ fan, to push one of the lads as hard as I could, setting off a pit :) I was on the floor within about 3 seconds, lol.
Then they begin playing the intro to Chloroform Perfume (I nearly died of excitement) then FATA busted into Miligram smile (*squeaked*) When the part:
“If I’m a writer, and I’m a poet,
I might love you, But never show it.
You should forget me, this is a long tour,
And I’ll be back, but not in time for…” played, Francis (lead singer, ex drummer) came to the front of the crowd (where it seemed only me and the two guys next to me knew the words) and shared the mic with us, and while he was singing his spit went on my face…*dreamy* lol.

Royal Crown vs Blue Duchess was played next, which brought on a good pit, but I got twatted in the arm…I got over it.
Someone shouted out “Take Her To The Music Store” which they played, I shouted “Short Stories” and a girl (who was quite fit) agreed. They didn’t play it, I mean, just because it’s 10 minutes long… Psh!
They then played “The After Dinner Payback” Which was messy, I was headbutted like twice, twatted in the back a few times, fell over some guy already on the floor, kinda sat on his face, but got my arm stood on. That was the last song. The guitarist threw his plectrum into the crowd, but it bounced out a guys hands onto the floor. I found it, and I was chuffed. Really chuffed.
I then left, before Hundred Reasons (the headliner) started, bought me some FATA merch, inc. a T-shirt and a CD and a free sticker.

I got the bus home, and realised the whole of my left arm felt slightly numb and was bright red. Uber dead arm. It’s now, very blue, and painful. But I enjoyed myself loads. Bring on Reel Big Fish and Streetlight in February!

Slugs.

Published on October 22, 2007 in Life, Night life and University. Closed

So..just bit of an update on the old uni situation.

I’m currently living off mainly cheenz toasties, curly fries from Varsity, cans of coke, and my MacBook.

What a life!

As for the actual lecture/work side of uni -well that’s just shit. Psychology unit 1 might as well be maths, psychology unit 2 might as well be sociology, sociology unit 1 might as well be psychology, and sociology unit 2 might as well be, well, not attended to. I’m not even going to go into quantitative techniques or learning and employability lectures.

Finally got my uni room looking good the other day, it’s well good.

A coupla weekends ago, Will and I popped home to St.Annes, to see Bryson playing a gig at the South Shore Cricket Club. (I got to eat real mum-made food! :P ) Drinks were too cheap, at about 2 quid a double, so naturally I got my value for money and was mashed on apparently about 14 double Jack Daniels and coke. Well, that much whiskey and I was bound to get violent at some point. After Brysons and Marc’s set, we sat outside with Bryson and his guitar having a good sing song, with Kit, Katie, Zakk, Jess etc. Kit and I managed to get hold of the drummer from Marc’s bands drumsticks and I vaguely remember running after Kit on the field hitting him with them? I lost some time after this I think -when I apparently hit Zakk and Kit in the face? I then prevailed to start on the drummer that replaced me in Marc’s band, ripping into him and refusing to give him his drumsticks back…all of this played back to me in the morning by Will.

After being sick at the cricket club, and near passing out the bench outside, Will and I set out to walk the 10-15 minute walk home. It took us over an hour. I was apparently a nightmare -which I think is hilarious. Whilst walking along the queensway road -we came across some twats who were hiding in the bushes shouting “wanker” as we walked past. (What kind of people sit in the middle of a airport runway field, on Saturday night shouting at people from bushes??) I was mortified at the time and insisted we crossed the road. While all this was happening I was apparently marvelling at every slug we passed (even things that weren’t slugs), as well as shouting at drivers for driving too fast, throwing up, and trying to sit down and then crawl home when Will told me to get up. I sort of remember sitting down on the Queensway pub benches to throw up, and saying I’d be reet if I just took a nap. Well anyway -we got home after a few more stops and we managed to make food. How?!

About an hour later -I was throwing up, and continued to every hour untill about 11 in the morning. At 11, my dad gave me an anti sickness tablet -after this I was gipping at every move. I had nothing left in me -not even bile. I felt like shite! To put it lightly. I thought that some food might sort me out -I ate a grape and decided it wasn’t the best, stomach agreed, a few minutes later I was violently sick (nothing actually real came out) into the kitchen sink -think I scared Will slightly. I then managed to drink a hot vimto and it seemed to sort me out. I later got a Happy Meal from Mcdonalds (hangover cured) and drove back to Manchester.

Last week, I didn’t really get up to much mischief, I helped Emma move into Wilmslow Park, because her flat mate went psycho so she moved halls, which means I’m no longer a billfred. We went out on Wednesday to 5th Avenue with Sinead, and we met a few people there from our halls. I personally didn’t think much to 5th ave. It played music like…paramore? and…um..fall out boy. Not quite my scene. Too much of a trendy ‘I’m a dick’ed, I’ll try pull anything that moves’ kind of clientel, and by about 12 the whole place smelt like sick. Send me to Rockworld anyday. The funny thing is that I bumped into Mengis on my way and he actually warned me about how shit it is. *Hindsight* lol

Ha today, some guy knocked on my uni door, so i opened it. It was a member of the ‘Wilmslow Park 2007 crew’ -so essentially a handy man guy:

man: “I’m here to fix your coat hooks”
me: “my coat hooks?”
man: “yeah, your coat hooks”
me: *looks at coat hooks* “my coat hooks are fine”
man: “oh ok sorry”

To be honest -the conversation was a lot funnier in my head. :P

Hmmm…Someone is cooking something pretty badly in the kitchen.. smells like…burnt fish. niiiice.

Cheenz FTW!

Social Life n Stuff.

Published on August 5, 2007 in Life and Night life. Closed

Seems my social life has hit a bit of a high recently. For two consecutive nights now I’ve been out with friends! Unfortunately there was absense of boyfriend those two nights, which was too much to bare so I’m going to visit him tonight. Which is the reason I’m writing this post -he was in Lincolnshire with a friend and was supposed to be back in Manchester at approx 2 o’clock this afternoon, but they’ve only just set off. So I thought what better way to pass the time than to write a blog about my average kind of life.

About two weeks ago, Will and I decided it had been too long to resist the new Harry Potter film. So planned to go on a ‘date’ to see it. We were going to go to Frankie and Benny’s before hand, then hop across to the Printworks to see the film. Of course I should have known it wouldn’t actually proceed like that. Ross was all alone because Han was on holiday, so we invited him along. Then we were pissing about (well I’m pretty sure it was just those two) until it was too late for us to make F n B. So we just went to the cinema.

The night got somewhat better when we purchased: tickets to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix seated in the *IMAX 3D* cinema, popcorn, and maltesers. Ross and Will had already researched the IMAX naturally and had told me of the wonders of the 8 storey high, 2 bus wide screen -but that still didn’t prepare me. I walked in and actually WOWed.

The film was alright, considering it was based on the weakest book, but the 3D twenty minutes at the end (when we got to wear the well cool glasses) was awesome -especially the duel between Voldemort and Dumbledore. Even though our seat position was a bit close and a bit too much to the right, and Ross and Will kept commenting on Hermione’s breasts, I still managed to enjoy myself.

On the topic of Harry Potter, I recently had a conversation about whose wand you would use to duel if you had the choice. Some people said Serius’s, or Dumbledore’s, but we decided Volemort’s would be the most powerful. It’s long, and it’s black. ;)

A few days after the HP trip, Will’s friend, Jon visited Manchester, so to celebrate we went to see the Simpsons movie. Was alright really…

As for the past two nights, on Friday, Bell decided to have a ‘small party’ at his house. Fortunately, he had bought me a litre bottle of Jack Daniels on the cheap from France so I was sorted for booze. I provided the snacks -which were the bollocks, everyone commented on them being so good. Oh yeah. There was this guy Lee there but he was lame, so I got drunk and angry because he wouldn’t share his pizza and I made him leave. Anyway I might edit to elaborate some other time.

Last night was Georgia’s 18th birthday party. It was fancy dress. I went as Vinnie Paul the drummer from Pantera. Let’s just say I was the manliest there (if that’s a word?) -there was a lot of cross dressing on the go. :/ Pictures can be found on my facebook until I put them on my Gallery.

So that about fills up my wait, I’m going to Manchester now.