I recovered from the May Ball (well, just about) in time to go to the Interlink party on Friday. It was fun as usual. I actually dragged my leather looking black shirt with the studs out of hibernation for the event. One song that was played was a mix of the tune of Baby One More Time by Titney and the words from The Real Slim Shady. It actually works quite well. I left early as I was knackered.
Saturday night, I went to Connexion (indie, rock and alternative night) at the Union. I went along in full Spike mode. Jacket, black t-shirt, black trousers, nail varnish. Got told I looked like a mix between Spike and Sick Boy from Trainspotting. Later one guy made as cross out of a flyer and held against me to see if I was Spike. The same guy offered to teach me guitar in a month. Someone else said he wanted a photo of Spike. (I’m getting boring with all this Spike stuff aren’t I?) Had someone come up to me three times and call me the Time Warp guy. Saw Julie again. She was drunk in charge of a camera. Not a good idea. There was more hand holding and hugging and even some dancing involved. I walked her home (being a gentleman).
Yeasterday, bumped into Julie again in the Union. She had the photos from Saturday. Only one of me, and it’s not that bad. Then took part in the quiz again. My team only fucking won didn’t we? After the prizes were divvied up this is what I went home with:
2 bottles of Grolsh,
a bottle opener,
a very dark blue baseball cap,
and a bottle of Tuacka (pronounced Twacker). Went home and watched the end of To Die For (top film).
And today I became an ordained minister at ULC Cheers to A Thinking BUM for letting me know about this site.
If you decide to become ordained thanks to me, let me know when and under what name. You see, if I convince 15 people to become ordained ministers, I can apply for sainthood. Saint William? Hell yeah!
I wonder how this will affect my desicion to lease my soul to the devil for a year?
Will
P.S. Brit readers. If you truley want to see teletext online click here
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