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Hi, <p>I saw this on <a href="http://www.gregorwright.com/salad">Burning Salad</a> and I thought you might like it...</p> <p><a href="http://www.gregorwright.com/salad/hey/318/">Free Bar</a></p> <p>Trish’s gran died last Friday, so she was over in Holland for the funeral at the weekend. Old oma was 94 though and she wasn’t ill for very long, so it wasn’t a bad way to go really. </p> <p> I stayed here and had a quiet weekend. Then I got a text from Bob to say that <a href="http://www.franzferdinand.co.uk" title="Franz Ferdinand">The Nand</a> would be in town on Tuesday, if I wanted to go and see them. The last time they played in Edinburgh I took Trish, so this time I took my dear old mum… </p> <p> It was a good gig- The 1990s were supporting them and they sounded pretty good. As opposed to Editors who sounded like they could have done with a bit of editing… removing the music would have made things less boring for a start. Anyway, the Nand played and seemed to be making a bit more messy noise than usual, which was a plus. </p> <p> After the gig there was drinks at the bar and then a party after that and by the time I got to the ABC for the party I was quite fried. The big fat bouncer man wouldn’t let me in because I had chucked away my pass without thinking when I took offense at its luminous yellow colour. And there was no point arguing since he was a very big man who looked like he was fed up of drunk people trying to sneak past him. But someone phoned Bob and I got in okay. And that was the beginning of the end really… it was a free bar. </p> <p> So I drank like a booze locust and went on like I had Tourette’s Syndrome and in the end the only reason I bailed out was because I got tunnel vision. And so I bolted. When I got home I passed out and in the morning Trish told me that I scared her because it was the drunkest she has ever seen me since my degree show. And I think she might have been right- it was probably the drunkest I’ve been in almost five years. A new Personal Best (okay, Worst) as it were. And as the fates would have it, it was a mere 24 hours before they relax the law and allow round-the-clock drinking in Britain. Ha ha. Ouch. </p> <a href="http://www.gregorwright.com/salad/hey/318/">See the original here</a>

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