After a few weeks of anguish, triumph and the ominous prospect of madness and depression peering out from cracks in the fence, while euphoria rains down from the sky, I have decided that I need a holiday. Not least, to stop taking myself so seriously. Feel a bit like one of those pamphlet merchants at Oxford Circus that harrangue passers by about their consumerism and lack of moral values, brandishing a megaphone, and that, believe me, is no way to feel.
Woke up this morning with a blazing hangover, after another good night. Ended up back at the G-unit’s house blazing pox and watching Jackass 2. Inadvertently took too much – man – and struggled to keep my head up at the end. Strange visions of blonde ladies and whisky decanters and then slept in nearly the whole day today.
But I digress, again. This post is about my holiday, so listen up peeps. I am relying on your good will and hospitality on this one. Basically, my plan is to load my car up with clean clothes, weapons and the good doctor’s trusty kit bag and drop in on a few acquaintances. I have booked the 1st to the 12th of December off work and would very much appreciate the chance to put in some miles driving to your distant locales and taking the opportunity to sample the local nightlife and womenfolk. Please let me know of your availability during these dates by commenting on this post or by emailing directly and I can get going on formulating some kind of half-arsed masterplan.
Essentially, the trip should be a classic affirmation of everything brave and true in this world and will be characterised by heavy drinking and much fist shaking at the moon. I am going to purchase a camera and document the experience, may even try to blog it on the fly. Either way, there’s definitely a good film or short story to come out of this one.
So, just let me know if you are free. Probably can’t make it to Spain, Breakingstein (but we should get a trip booked in for February or something), but France and other nearby locales are certainly very much in the frame. Hoorah.
Oh and by the way, those of a discerning nature should definitely check out the new Frankie Wedge website. Though I say it myself, it is very much a rudy. Not guaranteed to work entirely properly just yet, we’ve marked it up as a beta, but hey you get the gist.
Loving the new FW site. Bad ass!
Hey man! Under £60 for a return to Madrid at the moment – don’t rule the bad boy out. S’pose it depends how twisted up you get, whether I see a mashed up bad ass in my local taberna nearer yuletide!
Yes mate. Back on the road and back on the sauce. By a strange twist of office fate, I’ll be in the uk w/e of 9/10th Dec for our works do in S’arf’aptom. So not too far from London on 9th and in Dover that w/e if you want to see the calcium poisoned locals barking at the ferries. In Bordeaux otherwise and would be glad to hook up if you’re inclined to French up your trip a little. The new FW site looks wicked, although I’m sure I’ve seen the T-shirt model pedalling crack in Camden….
£60 eh Breakingstein? Hmm now you’ve got my interest. I’ll give you a shout on the Skype later to discuss. Don’t suppose there’s a way to fly on to Bordeaux from Madrid. Now that would be cool….. blag blag.
The new back drop on the FW home page looks sick. I wanna see some of that carried across to the next batch of garms.
If you think you can manage Leeds I’m around during your hols but busy on 8/12.
There is a way to fly Madrid to Barcelona but unfortunately it’s with AirChance. They really are pigfuckers as far as prices go, but the train might be better.
Excellent, the call to arms is going about as well as I could possibly hope. Leeds is definitely on my list – particularly if you can introduce me to some of your new fit ladies Mr Steedo. Also would like to swing by Grantham if Mr Bob is amenable and maybe even over to the pox-blighted land of Wales.
The tough part now is going to be the logistics of the thing – never really my strong point…. but hopefully have most of the arrangements sorted by the end of the week, so expect a phone call.
Can’t promise that said fitties will be out, but Leeds has plenty to offer a young gent like yourself.
You’re welcome in the G-Town anytime as long as you don’t mind me being too casual…
Yes mate, a trip to Wales is exactly what you need – come marvel at the contrast between the most striking countryside in GB and the the most striking cunts.