Ill Communication

This is the first time in a while that I’ve gone a whole week without updating. Usually when this happens I spend ages writing a really long entry but I’m not feeling well so I’m not even going to do that.

Monday- Went to see pretty boys Franz Ferdinand at The Chateaux. It was their first gig in Glasgow since becoming full blown pop brats. Actually their second if you include the fact that they had just come offstage up the road at The Carling Academy- but their first for everyone who knew them before their rapidly burgeoning world domination and didn’t want to pay. Maybe they’re fed up of stages already because it was really difficult to see them. Which was a new experience for me. I’m more used to preventing people from seeing bands due to my vertically-unchallenged stature. So I found myself taking turns standing on a chair with Steve Sutcliffe. Good to see The ‘Nand are keeping it real.

Tuesday- Trish’s parents were supposed to come up but they couldn’t because the family dog had to get put down. (Spritzer RIP). So we went for dinner with my mum and dad to a tapanyaki place called Yen. The food all gets cooked right in front of you. After one course (there are about nine) the chef stopped and announced that he was going to throw some egg at me, which he did, and I managed to catch it in my mouth. Which seemed to be the appropriate response because he then proceeded to throw egg at everyone in turn, including the Japanese men on the other side of the table.
Then Trish and I stayed the night in The Arthouse Hotel because her mum and dad had already booked and paid for the room.

Wednesday- Took custody of Katie West’s dog Chloe for a few days. (Little did I know…) Also went to karate to collect some more bruises.

Thursday- Made the foolhardy decision to do The Modern Institute‘s mailout. It was more like an elaborate pyramid marketing scheme. I stuck stickers on postcards all day long.

Friday- Finally got shot of Chloe. I don’t like dogs. Random barking fits are not funny. And neither is the illusion that everything you own has been knitted from dog hair.

Saturday- Went round to mum and dad’s new flat in the sunny kingdom of Govan to do some painting. Then went to The Rogano for my second fancy meal of the week. This one was for ‘Kiwi’ Kate Davis’ Transmission leaving do. We had a lovely meal and then went for drinks and then said goodbye to Kate because she’s going back to New Zealand to see her family for a month.

Today I feel terrible. It’s some kind of stomach bug that I’ve had lurking in my belly for a couple of days now. I haven’t had the runs or been throwing up, I’ve just got this weird feeling in my guts that isn’t right. It must be what a dog feels like when it swallows an inanimate object.

Anyway, this wasn’t supposed to be a long post.