I think I had to answer that about 40 times by text over the weekend
It was progress but not what either myself or the grand pubah at Fabric was expecting.
I am sure I dazzled with my impersonation of a human.
So... more waiting but some progress. I can't say anymore.
Some highlights of the weekend :
"how committed are you to this position?" *points like a madman at own face* "I shaved didn't I!" (met with total silence)
Go to old Carter's to get lathered. Play Pool for first time in my life (mundane fact) and win
(I have played snooker).
Give our party of 4 WCW Wresting names (you had to choose your own).
Carter = THE IGNORER (he's deaf as a post)
Carter's mate Russell = THUNDER
C.M.C = GAPING CUNT
Me = SLEET
(Sleet and Thunder were the killer pool/weather combo)
Outside pub a bus had broken down and blocked the high street. Hundreds of irate londoners honking/standing around.
"I reckon we can push this fucker" (proper massive modern double decker). Gaping Cunt bullies the poor driver into taking the handbrake off and putting it in neutral.
Pushed it 100 yards out of the lane, round the corner and into a bus stop. No it was NOT downhill.
Cue about 4 hours non stop manliness celebrations and arm wrestles etc
Get about 3 hours sleep. Wake up and look out back door. It's no good. That garden needs me.
Cue bollock naked furious Carter shouting at me from the doorway. Can't hear for the mower. Got the back of it broken by lunchtime.
Drove into Soho to pick up Raymundo (from Jaded) who was also playing Southampton with us. Cracking outdoor daytime rave. Dead proper. Finished 10pm. See bloody Beero in the crowd winking at me. Transpires he is playing at Junk later.
Have a chill and that then drive back to London for Jaded for 5am.
Tenaglia came but they wouldn't let him in
Played till 11am. Then drove back.
Hire car was brand new when I left Friday. Returned it with 900+ mliles on the clock.
I am not well now.