Got a wee bit of a hangover. Didn't make it to the CCA last night. Went to the Arlington instead. Drank lots of Guinness with the installation folks. Then out of the blue Big Andy phoned me. He sounded drunk and said that he's in town so he came to the Arlington too. It was good to see him again. We got some vodka when the pub closed and drank on into the wee small hours. He crashed on the sofa because he had to teach a drawing class at the Kelvingrove this morning and it's just opposite my flat. I saw him through a painful haze this morning and he really looked like shit. The fact he had to go and teach kids how to draw in that sort of state made me laugh which made my head hurt.

Went to Stereo this afternoon to fix the hangover. Which met with moderate success. Saw the guy from Mudhoney playing some nice folk tunes then came home. I've been smoking a lot recently and smoking even more when I'm drunk. This is not a good thing. Today I got the first hint of the seagull I've had in ages. The seagull is this: A violent pain in the chest akin to having a large and somewhat restless adult herring gull trapped just below the ribcage. (The seagull is easily induced with John Player Special).
Posted on Burning Salad on Sat 7th Jun, 3:30 am
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