Having spent the better part of last week recovering from both Friday night’s thinly-disguised birthday riot and Sunday’s follow-up to the Judas Conspiracy at the University of Westminster, I let my confidence get the better of me and got mashed at Floridita in Wardour Street on Saturday night, for mate Rob’s birthday. Ouch…
It was a crackin’ night, and I spent the early part of the evening chatting to a nice girl from Belfast – which all aided and abetted the process of alcoholic imbibement and missing the last train home. So I was there for the night, and afterwards Nacho & I went on a tear around the West End for more booze – but (thankfully!) we’d missed the boat everywhere we went. Chicken & chips and a nightbus – home at 5:30 AM – Sunday was lost to me!
Anyway, it’s going to be a quiet(er) December – at least pre-Christmas. Then there’s talk of hijacking a bar in Camden for Christmas Day and indulging in all the usual Bacchanalean pursuits and excesses – well, some of them at least. And on Boxing Day it’s off to the homeland for further alcoholic pursuits, punctuated by the occasional visit to a friend or relative – and of course there’s the full Conspiracy event; U of W was only a warm-up.
So what is this Conspiracy lark? I hear you cry. Well, I thought I heard a lone voice asking, but I could be hearing things (the old ears aren’t what they once were, ooh no when I were a lad and pints cost tuppence ha’penny and you youth of today you don’t know you’re born and I still have all me own teeth you know… <snip>) – anyway! It’s a musical experiment, orchestrated for the most part by producer Dew, where we all sit about in a club in Mullingar, get twatted and make suspiciously un-musical noises. For five hours. Terrific fun, and this time out we’ll be joined by my mate Ian (not the Mad Alfredo one – the other one), who’ll hopefully be flexing his Ibanez Universe to great effect.
And most of you will still have no idea what I’m talking about – to be honest, it’s a tricky one, and the best place to go for some kind of illumination is the Judas Conspiracy website – that explains it far better than I ever could. And that’s about as good as you’re going to get, I’m afraid!
And so I resign myself to a very very busy month before flying home – followed by a very very very busy time in Ireland – work has a habit of picking up just when you’re winding down for year’s end. Not that I’m complaining, mind you – the bike could use some TLC, and I have my Christmas to pay for….
But I won’t be drinking. Much. Not till Ireland, at least! 🙂