Gastronomy and Psychedelia

This evening Annuka and I had a splendid meal a Parlour, where everything is made fresh from scratch. Fabulous. Spinach lasagne with butternut squash, garlic bread and various salads was what I devoured, along with a lemon drizzle cupcake. I don't like being at home because when I am all I mostly eat is simple sandwiches, and evading the daily routine, there is no better form of escapism than wonderful food. Alcohol makes boring things fun, and I'm starting to depreciate this distortion.

So it was all water and spinning around with a discoball attached to a cable at this night's DUBS with a Psychedelic theme. I was attempting Jefferson Airplane tones throughout.

At Parlour, Annuka and her pesto tomato soup:

Disco magic at band society

Delayed crunchy psychedelic vocals through the amp:

I brought my tambourine and hurt my wrist, but I wasn't topless like the chick in Dandy Warhols!

Night night 9am class in the morning

And so the night begins

My head hurts so much I can barely think.

Still feel rather ill, but can't let that get in the way of practical fun!

Off I go.

Indoors in London.

Tuesday was my last full day in Dundee for this term. Went to a very sucessful full band practice. Sounded great and rhytmn was intact unlike on other occasions where it has been a tad too fast. Great to have Aaron's lovely girlfriend sitting on his bed reading a book - we're having a full fledged practice session crammed around the king-sized bed taking up most of the space in his smallish room.

I stayed behind and got drunk, learnt everything there was to know about classic rock (so it seemed), handed my CV to the Irish pub Clancy's on my way back home.

Woke up early next morning to do the first set of laundry since late October - I wnated to be fresh and clean before I hopped on the long train ride to London. I took the six hour train and arrived in London halv seven. Took the tube to West London and then went to Portobello's "On the Green," a pub where only old men play blues.

It's getting late, it's Ed's day off and I've only left the flat once at noon to buy breakfast..