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Jul. 3rd, 2005 01:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolSo, yesterday was Live8. It's one of those moments where people, in generations to come, will ask me what I was doing on the day of Live8, and did I see U2? Did I see Annie Lennox? Pink Floyd? The Who?
And I will say "No! No, I didn't! But Velvet Revolver do mouth similarly to Westlife!"
To begin with, I was at work on Saturday for six hours of boredom. Everyone else was watching Live8, it seems, but oh no. I was at work. Being injured, while we're on the topic. I am in agony typing and cannot use my first finger on my left hand, because there us a huge chunk out of my finger. I would like to say that I did this dramatically in a tussle with a shoplifter, or perhaps some sort of dinosaur, but no. I was leaning down to pick up a receipt that I'd dropped and slaimmed the corner of my hand on the till. Out of possibly sick amusement, customers then honed in on me as I'm hopping up and down in agonsy wit my thumb pinched to my fingers so I don't bleed on the counter, and when I pulled it away to check I took skin with me. It was gross beyond belief.
So, work has officially taken it's pound of flesh.Now it owns me.
After this fun and excitement, I did see a little bit of Live8 after all. This was in between dashing around doing boring things like my hair and make-up. You see, I live in a very strange little place and miles away from the vast majority of my friends, who live in even stranger little places like Wigan and Bolton. It's fairly rare that I can get to any of the assorted birthday parties, but I made it to this one on the last minute, as Jess gave me. We listened to Live8 in the car, though, picking up Day on the way, and off we toddled to Hindley, which is in the middle of NOWHERE.
Live8 was on the TV behind the bar, we noticed, as we trundled into the building. The music over the top however, was not Live8. In fact, it sucked for the most part.
I have been bewailing my lack of money recently, but Dad shiftily gave me a tenner before I went out and told me to come back drunk. I hugged him rather over-happily and did what I was told.
With a vodka and orange in my hand, I wandered around talking to people who I hadn't seen for a bit. With a cider in my hand (god, I'm working class) I ate the buffet stuff provided and watched the silent Velvet Revolver with Westlife over the top. With no drink in my hand, I ate chocolate fudge cake and helped compile a page's worth of song requests for the DJ. Which he then swiftly played.
Wahey!
So, slightly drunk and well on my way to being more drunk, I danced. Then there were shots. Then there was more dancing.
By this point, I was pretty much skint. However, I managed to get three people to buy me drinks. This is, frankly, impressive. One of them was the birthday boy Phil, who was buying everyone there one drink; one of them as Lucy who laughed and said I owed her one on my birthday (fair enough) and the other was Gareth, who is Teh Nerd. Between us, we got the DJ to play Status Quo and the Boomtown Rats for that LiveAid feeling.
Shite music aside, I still danced. Over the year, we've developed an artform for bad dancing to bad songs, and it's become a ritual now. Since I was increasingly drunk I got slightly too into Bohemian Rhapsody, which was followed by Meatloaf, which was followed by Motorhead. I am in agony this morning, as well as doing other traditional cheesy dances which made my legs hurt. Also have very vague memories of ska-ing with Lucy. Oh god.
Still, a good night, as Jess, Day and I were all pissed by the end of it. This may have had something to do with the fact we did shots and then with the money left over scraped together enough for a pint of cider. At the end of the party, Live8 was over too, but they were showing highlights behind the bar. We sang along to the Kaiser Chiefs in parts - I was the 'nananana' bit of Every Day I Love You Less and Less. It was impressive, although as I said, we were drunk.
We then went home and talked VERY LOUDLY in the car to Jess's mum, who caled me the Queen of Cliche and told me I was a lovely person, or something like that. I came home to drunk parents. Dad swore down blind that he'd set the tape for The Caves of Androzani on UKGold this morning. He didn't. I only got half. I nearly cried when I woke up this morning, although I was refreshingly hangover-free. That rocked.
So now I have straight hair, as I'm going out again tonight, but not drinking, because I start a new job on Monday, as we all know. Today, though, I'm off to Elaine's Politics Soiree in the afternoon and Christine's Teenage Drunken Piss-Up. Then I am coming home early and going to work. Bleugh.
Good night, though.
~Hathy_Col~
And I will say "No! No, I didn't! But Velvet Revolver do mouth similarly to Westlife!"
To begin with, I was at work on Saturday for six hours of boredom. Everyone else was watching Live8, it seems, but oh no. I was at work. Being injured, while we're on the topic. I am in agony typing and cannot use my first finger on my left hand, because there us a huge chunk out of my finger. I would like to say that I did this dramatically in a tussle with a shoplifter, or perhaps some sort of dinosaur, but no. I was leaning down to pick up a receipt that I'd dropped and slaimmed the corner of my hand on the till. Out of possibly sick amusement, customers then honed in on me as I'm hopping up and down in agonsy wit my thumb pinched to my fingers so I don't bleed on the counter, and when I pulled it away to check I took skin with me. It was gross beyond belief.
So, work has officially taken it's pound of flesh.
After this fun and excitement, I did see a little bit of Live8 after all. This was in between dashing around doing boring things like my hair and make-up. You see, I live in a very strange little place and miles away from the vast majority of my friends, who live in even stranger little places like Wigan and Bolton. It's fairly rare that I can get to any of the assorted birthday parties, but I made it to this one on the last minute, as Jess gave me. We listened to Live8 in the car, though, picking up Day on the way, and off we toddled to Hindley, which is in the middle of NOWHERE.
Live8 was on the TV behind the bar, we noticed, as we trundled into the building. The music over the top however, was not Live8. In fact, it sucked for the most part.
I have been bewailing my lack of money recently, but Dad shiftily gave me a tenner before I went out and told me to come back drunk. I hugged him rather over-happily and did what I was told.
With a vodka and orange in my hand, I wandered around talking to people who I hadn't seen for a bit. With a cider in my hand (god, I'm working class) I ate the buffet stuff provided and watched the silent Velvet Revolver with Westlife over the top. With no drink in my hand, I ate chocolate fudge cake and helped compile a page's worth of song requests for the DJ. Which he then swiftly played.
Wahey!
So, slightly drunk and well on my way to being more drunk, I danced. Then there were shots. Then there was more dancing.
By this point, I was pretty much skint. However, I managed to get three people to buy me drinks. This is, frankly, impressive. One of them was the birthday boy Phil, who was buying everyone there one drink; one of them as Lucy who laughed and said I owed her one on my birthday (fair enough) and the other was Gareth, who is Teh Nerd. Between us, we got the DJ to play Status Quo and the Boomtown Rats for that LiveAid feeling.
Shite music aside, I still danced. Over the year, we've developed an artform for bad dancing to bad songs, and it's become a ritual now. Since I was increasingly drunk I got slightly too into Bohemian Rhapsody, which was followed by Meatloaf, which was followed by Motorhead. I am in agony this morning, as well as doing other traditional cheesy dances which made my legs hurt. Also have very vague memories of ska-ing with Lucy. Oh god.
Still, a good night, as Jess, Day and I were all pissed by the end of it. This may have had something to do with the fact we did shots and then with the money left over scraped together enough for a pint of cider. At the end of the party, Live8 was over too, but they were showing highlights behind the bar. We sang along to the Kaiser Chiefs in parts - I was the 'nananana' bit of Every Day I Love You Less and Less. It was impressive, although as I said, we were drunk.
We then went home and talked VERY LOUDLY in the car to Jess's mum, who caled me the Queen of Cliche and told me I was a lovely person, or something like that. I came home to drunk parents. Dad swore down blind that he'd set the tape for The Caves of Androzani on UKGold this morning. He didn't. I only got half. I nearly cried when I woke up this morning, although I was refreshingly hangover-free. That rocked.
So now I have straight hair, as I'm going out again tonight, but not drinking, because I start a new job on Monday, as we all know. Today, though, I'm off to Elaine's Politics Soiree in the afternoon and Christine's Teenage Drunken Piss-Up. Then I am coming home early and going to work. Bleugh.
Good night, though.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2005-07-03 02:57 pm (UTC)i didn't watch live8 either, though i was very nearly part of a very loud argument over why it wasn't recording on my conductor(!)'s sky box... fun fun.
lately i'm starting to wonder where my charitable side has gone. i mean, i still do everything i used to, donating etc, but when something big like live8 comes up i'm completely unable to work up the energy to join in or even just watch. it's weird.
ah well.
xx
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Date: 2005-07-03 04:39 pm (UTC)Honestly? I doubt it. No one's asked me where I was when Live Aid was on, and who did I see. I sort of know that the event's going on, but haven't really made an effort to catch it. Bad person? Probably. But just because those promoting it say it's a once in a lifetime event doesn't make it so, you know? :-)
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Date: 2005-07-03 07:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-03 07:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-03 08:34 pm (UTC)Also? Love your icon. Gene Kelly rocks my world. :-)
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Date: 2005-07-05 03:47 pm (UTC)"That was about the time we got engaged, wasn't it?"
"Yeah..."
Then Mum suddenly looked delighted. "Now I remember! I had a placement as a nurse student and I was cleaning bedpans in front of the ward telly so that I could watch the Eurythmics."
I giggled. That's nearly as good as me being the working man's club drinking cider.