Get a call at 4.45pm on Friday offering me 4 month freelance work @ a marketing agency in Kensington and the best news is they want me to start Tuesday meaning any half hearted plans to be semi-civilised this weekend went straight out the window 
Had a few wines to celebrate waiting for Nancy (who some of you will know as the lovely Belle) to arrive in FLT, picked her and her friend up at station and hit the rose big-time Soooo fab to see Nancy, we always see each other in Ibiza but this was the first time I'd met her on home territory so much excitement was had 
After numerous bottles of wine Nancy and her friend Antoine were trying to convince me to go to The End with them but I was adamant that I couldn't cos I had hairdressing appointment on Saturday morning and my 'fro was badly in need of taming 
Nancy then informs me that her friend is one of the top hairdressers in Holland and before I know it I am sat on the patio chairs with a towel round me letting a complete stranger cut off all my hair with a pair of blunt kitchen scissors So I had no excuse not to go out then so the next thing we're all in a taxi to The End, got there at 2.30am and there is still massive queue 
so we jump in another taxi and go to The Cross. Err The Cross is quite hazy but lots of fun was had (still lots of stupid people just wandering around, dance ffs you're in a club ), eventually get kicked out at 6am and have the brainwave of going to AM Get there and another massive queue (and for some reason I had gone out without a coat 
) so after waiting for a bit in sub zero temperatures me and Nancy jumped in another taxi and headed home to hit the rose. Must have passed out at some point and after a couple of hours kip woke up feeling VERY wrong (and wondering where all my hair has gone )
Only option was to get back on the wine so we headed to Notting Hill and met up with Ferd for a few spritzers and fish, chips and mushies and then had a little siesta before the main event. A few bottles of champagne and we book at taxi for 11pm and then I get a call from Jamie (as in Jamie 'there's no way I'm going clubbing this weekend' ) who is en route to Ministry too
Got to Ministry and get given birthday badges, party poppers etc to celebrate their birthday and go to hang up our coats, OMG I have never ever seen a cloakroom queue like it (and Ministry is normally one of the best organised clubs in London Town) - for those of you that know Ministry the queue was from the cloakroom all the way to the Baby Box So there's no way we're going to queue for an hour so after a few spritzers upstairs in VIP we head into the Box hiding our jackets under the podium Mark Knight played first who was excellent, Deep Dish were meant to be coming on at 2 but at 2 Marc Hughes comes on the decks for an hour. Finally at 3 Deep Dish come on but half of them seem to be missing Dubfire is up there but where is Sharam We found out later that after playing Godskitchen Sharam was so funked and went to a party in his hotel and him and Dubfire had a ruck and Dubfire came on his own Sharam eventually turned up at 5 and played til 9. Deep Dish were fab, so many exploding moment and fab to see all the usual faces
As the night is coming to an end Jamie tries to get us to go back to his, well I was up for it but I knew Tom was trying to be semi-grown up these days with his new job so thought he would want to go home, well all Jamie has to do is mention the magic k_______ word and Tom can't get to Jamies quick enough
The next few hours are complete carnage, poor Nancy had to go and get a plane back to Holland (altho I think in hindsight she was probably glad to escape from us ) while we carried on destroying ourselves. When your supposedly sensible Keeper is laid on the floor hugging a toilet you realise it can't get any worse than this Finally get taxi home at 8pm Sunday night with the conclusion that there really is no hope for us whatsoever
Had a few wines to celebrate waiting for Nancy (who some of you will know as the lovely Belle) to arrive in FLT, picked her and her friend up at station and hit the rose big-time Soooo fab to see Nancy, we always see each other in Ibiza but this was the first time I'd met her on home territory so much excitement was had After numerous bottles of wine Nancy and her friend Antoine were trying to convince me to go to The End with them but I was adamant that I couldn't cos I had hairdressing appointment on Saturday morning and my 'fro was badly in need of taming Nancy then informs me that her friend is one of the top hairdressers in Holland and before I know it I am sat on the patio chairs with a towel round me letting a complete stranger cut off all my hair with a pair of blunt kitchen scissors So I had no excuse not to go out then so the next thing we're all in a taxi to The End, got there at 2.30am and there is still massive queue so we jump in another taxi and go to The Cross. Err The Cross is quite hazy but lots of fun was had (still lots of stupid people just wandering around, dance ffs you're in a club ), eventually get kicked out at 6am and have the brainwave of going to AM Get there and another massive queue (and for some reason I had gone out without a coat ) so after waiting for a bit in sub zero temperatures me and Nancy jumped in another taxi and headed home to hit the rose. Must have passed out at some point and after a couple of hours kip woke up feeling VERY wrong (and wondering where all my hair has gone )Only option was to get back on the wine so we headed to Notting Hill and met up with Ferd for a few spritzers and fish, chips and mushies and then had a little siesta before the main event. A few bottles of champagne and we book at taxi for 11pm and then I get a call from Jamie (as in Jamie 'there's no way I'm going clubbing this weekend'
) who is en route to Ministry too Got to Ministry and get given birthday badges, party poppers etc to celebrate their birthday and go to hang up our coats, OMG I have never ever seen a cloakroom queue like it (and Ministry is normally one of the best organised clubs in London Town) - for those of you that know Ministry the queue was from the cloakroom all the way to the Baby Box
So there's no way we're going to queue for an hour so after a few spritzers upstairs in VIP we head into the Box hiding our jackets under the podium Mark Knight played first who was excellent, Deep Dish were meant to be coming on at 2 but at 2 Marc Hughes comes on the decks for an hour. Finally at 3 Deep Dish come on but half of them seem to be missing Dubfire is up there but where is Sharam We found out later that after playing Godskitchen Sharam was so funked and went to a party in his hotel and him and Dubfire had a ruck and Dubfire came on his own Sharam eventually turned up at 5 and played til 9. Deep Dish were fab, so many exploding moment and fab to see all the usual faces As the night is coming to an end Jamie tries to get us to go back to his, well I was up for it but I knew Tom was trying to be semi-grown up these days with his new job so thought he would want to go home, well all Jamie has to do is mention the magic k_______ word and Tom can't get to Jamies quick enough
The next few hours are complete carnage, poor Nancy had to go and get a plane back to Holland (altho I think in hindsight she was probably glad to escape from us
) while we carried on destroying ourselves. When your supposedly sensible Keeper is laid on the floor hugging a toilet you realise it can't get any worse than this Finally get taxi home at 8pm Sunday night with the conclusion that there really is no hope for us whatsoever 
. Crashed at my best friend's place at about 3AM.
