linebaugh

Well-known member
Got locked out of my place. Ripped the milk crate of my bike out front and tried hurling it at my bedroom window to awake the wife to no avail. Eventually she just heard the buzzer after about 20 minutes of folly.
 

martin

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Am comfortably drunk. Weird day: they wanted us back in the office for one day for the new CEO to announce some bullshit. 1.30pm onwards was a pub sesh. Ended up on a table with woman from accounts (59) and her son (early 30s) and she started throwing back Pinots. Son said he needed to head home at 5pm, so could we please walk his mum back to Charing X and see she got on the train? Sounded like overkill to me but OK, no hassle - getting the Northern Line anyway.

8pm: co-worker and me are holding her hands on each side, slowly guiding her down some steps and WHUMP – she plunges forward, hits the pavement, fag ricocheting from her gob and sparking upwards. Ended up phoning her son to order her an Uber, after half an hour of propping her up on the street– too fucked up to get on a train unaided. What a state! Once we’d packed her off, I said to my co-worker, fancy one for the road? and he said “No, my fiance’ll kill me if I don’t get back, she’s made me sausages” :confused:

Drinking a Guinness now and listening to the first PiL album and wondering why I can’t just meet normal people.
 

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
Last night I took a lot of MDMA and drank a lot and slept for three hours.

I've felt relatively okay today, considering, but this evening I started listening to some of my favourite choons on Spotify and have actually started sobbing on several occasions.

There's a lot of sad songs on my playlists (and sad songs masquerading as happy songs – see: disco) but I'm also crying at stuff that I just consider so good that it makes me weep with admiration for people and gratitude for music.

I feel that a comedown can sometimes be a sort of negative intoxication – except that I actually enjoy how emotionally vulnerable it makes me.

It's no secret that I'm a sadboy. I think these tears are always lurking beneath the surface but it takes a huge chemical blow to bring them gushing down my cheeks.

This has happened to me on a number of occasions. I think I shared the hilarious anecdote in here of when I was sat in my tent alone at Bestival, on a big comedown, literally weeping at the beauty of "U Don't Have To Call" by Usher.
 

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
Where's Craner gone, btw? Did he take my remark about him being a cultural criminal to heart?

Here's a message to craner, in the form of a song that is guaranteed to make me weep like a widow

 

luka

Well-known member
jack have you heard any good ones on spotify with this mood? im at that stage of the process that i would like to feel like this for a bit
 

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
I always wonder why this wasn't a big hit


I must be out on a limb.

This made me wish a "pop grime" (or something) genre existed
 
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