3rd July - Lazy Sundays



For the first time in a long time, my schedule is relatively clear today. Of course, I'll partake in a customary hour-long daily walk, I need to hoover the house, no doubt I'll get round to sending a few important work emails, and then I'll work on my comedy script and continue my rehearsals ahead of my set at London's iconic 'Comedy Store' in a few weeks. But aside from that, it's a chilled one. 

Last night marked my Fiancee's 'Work Summer Party', which kicked off at midday and ran into the early hours. With a free bar, I can see why so many attended, but personally, I always used to avoid work bashes at all cost. I remember 2018, when my then-employers paid for us all to stay in a South-East countryside farm/retreat for the weekend. The whole office took the train down together from Camden, and I ended up sharing a villa/barn thing with a couple of lads. They got the Kingsize bed, I - at my own request - got the sofa. I showed my face at the 'party' element of the bash, which was essentially just an excuse for everyone to snort copious amounts of coke, heard the first track - which was being mixed by a hipster employee who also fancied himself as a wannabe DJ - and decided that this wasn't gonna be the sort of night I had any interest in. I sneaked off to bed for an 'early night' 5 mins after the night had started, inventing the story to everyone the next day that I'd got way too drunk, and passed out. Classic. 




Luckily, the advantage of going to pick my partner up from the City Centre at drunk o'clock was that I could filter in with the pissed up little kids at the Kebab van, and once again, feign my own tipsiness, telling 'bossman' that my large meat on (cheesey) chips with lashings of onion, garlic mayo, and chilli sauce (leave me alone, I've lost 5lbs since Thursday), was on account of needing to soak up my night of extortionately overpriced drinks from one of Oxford's various basic-bitch venues which try to masquerade as actual decent nightlife spots. What the array of sleazy Persians carving up my greasy doner didn't know... Was that I'd been at home all day/night, working on my new poetry anthology, watching Tennis, and drinking pint after pint of Water. I guess, much like 2018, not much has changed as I pursue my own reasoning for avoiding drunken nights. At least today, I'll be able to sleep off my imaginary hangover...




... Thanks to a classic lazy Sunday. 



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