What goes on...

Being the lazy bastard that I am, my blog hasn't been updated in over a week. So here I am to change this. As I type, I am listening to The Velvet Underground Live at Max's Kansas City 1970, and recovering from a difficult two days of work that took place straight off the back of a short stay in Manchester.

It was great to be back in the best city in England, and its surprising how much it feels like home now, whenever I go back there for a few days. So it will be nice in September when I go back for Uni. The weather was really nice, and the train journey there was pleasant, even though I just spent it reading this month's Empire (how fucking ace does Depp look as the Mad Hatter in Alice in Wonderland?!)

When I landed at Salford Crescent, my good friend Rich was there to greet me with a hug and a joint, and we took a nice stroll through the campus, staying at the students' shop to get lunch. Rich was delighted with his new iPhone, so we sat on the bench while he showed me all its wonderful features. He was clearly a very happy boy.

So off we went to Rich's new pad, a nifty house on Strawberry Hill that he shares with 4 other lads, only 1 of the 4 having moved in so far (Marc, who was clearly loving days of just chilling in his sexy new home). The house is awesome, with a nice kitchen and lounge, and Rich's attic room is class, perfect for his DJing. Rich treated me to a loud progressive live set, just like the old days of Bramall. Which means very fucking loud music, just as we like it. This prompted Rich to ask Marc later: "Was it too loud earlier by the way?" Marc replied: "Er, yeah, was fair loud". Basically, the whole house shook to the sounds of Daft Punk etc. Later Ross came round and we had an amusing evening in front of the television together, like a young, good-looking version of The Royle Family.

The next day came, and after a visit from Baxter and Cia, we all went our separate ways. For me, this meant a trip to Burger King at Picadilly to meet my other comrades Adam and Ben, who led me to their new penthouse apartment in the Northern Quarter. Two words: lucky cunts.
If Patrick Bateman's place had been designed by someone from Emmerdale, this is what it would have looked like. Its stylish and modern, but with a cosy, countryside feel to it, mainly because of the huge wooden panels in the ceiling. Like something out of The Enchanted Wood, we climbed the bunk bed-style ladders into Ben's attic room, then with a little help from his chair (propped onto his bed) we continued to climb, this time through a window in the roof. This brought us to the rooftops of the apartments, and a little area that the guys call their rooftop garden. The view from here is brilliant, and I ate my Burger King whilst the cool summer breeze blew by, the other two sitting there with smug grins. BASTARDS.

Off we went for drinks in the Northern Quarter, then a messy session in The Venue, minus Ben. Me and Adam consumed a lot of vodka/red bulls, so getting back to the flat was funny.
In the morning, Cheerios, a brew, and a screening of the excellent documentary "DIG!" before a train home for work at 2. Work was tough, as I was in need of a decent sleep...
Tomorrow brings more excitement as me and some friends will depart on a trip to the Lakes for a few nights. OO I wonder what we'll get up to! Watch this space...