James and Lou's housewarming in Wickford, to be precise. I drove out there on the sputum-flecked retch-inducing excuse for a waste of tarmac that masquerades as a major arterial route into/out of London, namely the A12. Needless to say, I eschewed a reunion with the foul thoroughfare and re-acquainted myself with the comparative delights of the A13 on the way back.
Having taken this route, I amazed myself by not popping into Lakeside and picking up a Gamecube with Donkey Kong Bongos, which was bought for James as a birthday present and played by a lot of rather drunk people at 2 in the morning.
I've also decided that I should buy albums by:
U2 - How To Disassemble An Atomic Bomb. Vertigo has a lot to answer for, catchy little devil of a tune that it is.
Jet. Virgin played Are You Going To Be My Girl on the way back, and I also really like Cold Hard Bitch.
Scissor Sisters. But not for Comfortably Numb, of course.
Velvet Revolver. Simply because they're basically GunsN'Roses, but without the name because it "belongs" to Axl.
The new version of Do They Know It's Christmas sucks. On this, we all agree.
To top things off, having discussed it the night before and deciding that Where The Streets Have No Name is U2's best song, Virgin played it, in full, and the DJ only talked over the first couple of seconds of the intro. In fact, Virgin was pretty damned solid all the way back, spoiled only by playing Band Aid 20 as I got home.
Having taken this route, I amazed myself by not popping into Lakeside and picking up a Gamecube with Donkey Kong Bongos, which was bought for James as a birthday present and played by a lot of rather drunk people at 2 in the morning.
I've also decided that I should buy albums by:
U2 - How To Disassemble An Atomic Bomb. Vertigo has a lot to answer for, catchy little devil of a tune that it is.
Jet. Virgin played Are You Going To Be My Girl on the way back, and I also really like Cold Hard Bitch.
Scissor Sisters. But not for Comfortably Numb, of course.
Velvet Revolver. Simply because they're basically GunsN'Roses, but without the name because it "belongs" to Axl.
The new version of Do They Know It's Christmas sucks. On this, we all agree.
To top things off, having discussed it the night before and deciding that Where The Streets Have No Name is U2's best song, Virgin played it, in full, and the DJ only talked over the first couple of seconds of the intro. In fact, Virgin was pretty damned solid all the way back, spoiled only by playing Band Aid 20 as I got home.