hmm, been a while since the last exciting instalment...

last weekend i went to preston to see glenn & marie with their mate julia, we went out to the warehouse and met up with pauly, had a pretty cool time. i used to think i hated the warehouse because i always had a shit time there... i dunno, i'm still not a great fan of its layout or music, but i think whether or not i have a good time is really down to who i go there with (and how much of a miserable bastard i'm being of course).

spent most of the week since then hiding in bed with an evil cold. i hate being ill, i really do. while it's nice to lie in bed all day and try and milk sympathy off your friends, it doesn't really make up for feeling like you're about to die. see, i don't feel pissed off at having hangovers. to me they seem like some sort of ying-yang universal-balance kinda thing - the more fun you had being pissed the night before, the shitter you will feel the next day. whereas being sick is like getting a hangover without having the fun drunk bit beforehand. fucking viruses.

so... what else? well fuck all really. though a couple of cool things have come up on the horizon. i've been invited to go to barcelona with my stepdad, for free, for a couple of days next week, so that's pretty ace obviously. also i've been lined up to be one of the guest dj people at the basement music indie night at the crypt. which is nice. though of course, predicatably in line with my wanky life, they were happening on the same fucking day! but hopefully it's all sorted out now and i can dj the week after