Fri - few drinks and an early night
Sat - up early to get the 'fro pinked, then me and Tom went to Notting Hill, had a look round Portobello and then met up with the lovely Croftys. Had a few drinks with them in Bed bar and were joined by Jamie. Tom kept frantically checking t'internet on his phone to get Chelsea score and after 15 mins they were 1-0 down - uh-oh
Anyway at full time Tom's phone is still saying 1-0 so I realise I am going to have to assume sympathetic g/friend duties We leave the bar about 6ish and all of a sudden Tom's phone updates (he can't have got signal in the bar) and he suddenly realises he's not looking at a 1-0 loss but a 5-1 victory, talk about a happy b/friend 
Went and got a thai in Notting Hill, then me, Tom, Jamie headed back to ours for pre-Fu*k me I'm famous drinks. After about an hour poor Tom starts proper throwing up
(and Tom is never sick, in 6+ years of knowing him he's been sick once), then I started to feel sick. It was touch and go whether we'd make it out but we were banking on the medicinal powers of class as 
Got to Ministry about midnight and it was already completely rammed and for the first time in all the years I've been there, VIP wasn't open cos the one who iz worth it wanted the whole room closed for his entourage
so we had to slum it with the civillians Very strange crowd as well, Tom summed it up as a Defected crowd, I felt like saying 'funk off to Pacha et al where you look like you belong'
Anyway it was time to assume normal podium duties in the Box. Bob Sinclar played first, much much better than I've ever seen him, none of that latino bingo bango bongo stuff that he's often so partial to and the Box was proper going off. Me and Tom still both didn't feel great and Jamie was feeling a bit off as well (we have since realised that it was probably something we ate in the thai
) but being the troopers we are we ploughed on The man who iz worth it came on at 4 and again the music was blinding but it got to 5.15 and me and Tom were both still suffering and had been sick so we ended up leaving (and when do I ever leave Ministry before the last tune is played 
)
Great to see Morbyd and Irina and Naddyz and Ferd (altho Ferd I think you jinx my nights, that's 2xs you've been to Ministry and I haven't felt well ) thru the haze of poppers
Got home, me and Tom were both still rough so spent most of the day curled up on the sofa under the duvet, I was too ill to even drink wine which is a first
So really enjoyed Fu*k me I'm Famous at its new home, just wish I'd been on top form to enjoy it properly.
Sat - up early to get the 'fro pinked, then me and Tom went to Notting Hill, had a look round Portobello and then met up with the lovely Croftys. Had a few drinks with them in Bed bar and were joined by Jamie. Tom kept frantically checking t'internet on his phone to get Chelsea score and after 15 mins they were 1-0 down - uh-oh
Anyway at full time Tom's phone is still saying 1-0 so I realise I am going to have to assume sympathetic g/friend duties We leave the bar about 6ish and all of a sudden Tom's phone updates (he can't have got signal in the bar) and he suddenly realises he's not looking at a 1-0 loss but a 5-1 victory, talk about a happy b/friend Went and got a thai in Notting Hill, then me, Tom, Jamie headed back to ours for pre-Fu*k me I'm famous drinks. After about an hour poor Tom starts proper throwing up
(and Tom is never sick, in 6+ years of knowing him he's been sick once), then I started to feel sick. It was touch and go whether we'd make it out but we were banking on the medicinal powers of class as Got to Ministry about midnight and it was already completely rammed and for the first time in all the years I've been there, VIP wasn't open cos the one who iz worth it wanted the whole room closed for his entourage
so we had to slum it with the civillians Very strange crowd as well, Tom summed it up as a Defected crowd, I felt like saying 'funk off to Pacha et al where you look like you belong' Anyway it was time to assume normal podium duties in the Box. Bob Sinclar played first, much much better than I've ever seen him, none of that latino bingo bango bongo stuff that he's often so partial to and the Box was proper going off. Me and Tom still both didn't feel great and Jamie was feeling a bit off as well (we have since realised that it was probably something we ate in the thai
) but being the troopers we are we ploughed on The man who iz worth it came on at 4 and again the music was blinding but it got to 5.15 and me and Tom were both still suffering and had been sick so we ended up leaving (and when do I ever leave Ministry before the last tune is played )Great to see Morbyd and Irina and Naddyz and Ferd (altho Ferd I think you jinx my nights, that's 2xs you've been to Ministry and I haven't felt well
) thru the haze of poppers Got home, me and Tom were both still rough so spent most of the day curled up on the sofa under the duvet, I was too ill to even drink wine which is a first
So really enjoyed Fu*k me I'm Famous at its new home, just wish I'd been on top form to enjoy it properly.
I feel that a trip to Vauxhall is the perfect balance to a 10km run 
Bosses mother-in-law didn't bother me as we were very busy..........I even threw in My Washing Machine and Work This Pussy and waited for the tyrade from her...........but either she's deaf or didn't dare say anything as the dancefloor was full and the crowd freaked out when I played them. 
Ended up in one of the local nightclubs (that I will be competing against in Nov.) where they play bangin' Hard House, German Techno, Rave, chava shyte. 