[kj] Battered bruised skint but happy

[David Noonan]

Well what a weekend! drove down on Friday, dashed across London to meet my
Brother & Friends, meet some Jokers on the Tube ­ sell a ticket for
Saturday, went to the pub (getting hazy by now ­ could be the
Junction...drank too much and arrived with two spare tickets just too late
to sell them (a fucking expensive night was Friday) ­ as I entered the hall
­ the Jokers started playing Requiem, just for me - obviously;) and it went
uphill from there, they tore through all my favourites, though my trip to
the bar during Unspeakable was possibly ill-timed. That inspired me to sup
up and fuck off down and have a a right royal mosh-up. For anyone who
bounced off, punched, jumped on a balding idiot in a khaki green shirt ­
Hello! For the others who stood back and watched, well...I know we are all
getting too old for this lark! Funniest moment turning round and seeing a
mate who was respectably dressed ten minutes ago ­ bare chested flailing
about like an idiot!! Day two ­ a visit to south London to see my sis, who I
haven't seen for a year, couple of pints ­ up to Euston Road to meet a mate
and exchange ticket for cash from an NY gatherer, few more pints, ask the
bar staff to put the Challenge cup on, so they stick the ManUre game on ­
FFS!!! - tootle up to Kentish Town ­ wonder how the fuck anyone does
anything quickly in London...meet some middle aged people who really
shouldn't have pink hair at 45, then again...why not! bump into a dairy
farmer from Finland & his entourage over for his 40th and generally have an
amiable time meeting all sorts of punks and goths from here there and
everywhere. Fall over a lot more than last night down at the front, try to
get into after show party, nearly succeed, possibly too pissed...(find out
next day ­ we had a mate who would have swung it had he known we were
there...) miss last train back to St. Albans where we were staying and have
to commandeer a taxi - £50 lighter by end of said journey, roll in towards
3pm,  wake up bruised and battered later try and explain it to my son, who
thought it sounded like a lot of fun! Maybe they will still be pounding out
that racket in 8 years time when we can both go...who knows. Now I need to
get back to paying off this little jollie ­ so if anyone needs any design,
let me know! Oh my aching bones and ringing ears!

Dave
Leeds
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