Post-Curry RecoveryMood: caffeinatedNow Playing: Not Hungover!!Topic: Daily Doings
RECOVERED QUITE NICELY from yesterday. After getting all wound up with nerves. (I’m not used to going out to nice places any more.) What was I so worried about, meeting my own brother-? We had a great time, curry and all. I had been drinking quite a lot that afternoon, but thankfully had sobered a little down by the time we actually met up. Right this moment he’s aboard a jetplane… When will I see you again, Bro? (Hopefully this time next year!!)
Posted by gledwood at 1:12 PM GMT
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Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Saturday, 20 January 2007
My Brother
Thursday, 28 December 2006
My BrotherMood: chillin'Topic: Daily Doings
MY BROTHER
I SAW MY BROTHER (a computer programmer) who’s over from Los Angeles and staying in London just tonight. If I mention that I’ve not seen him for 5½ years and did last see him on day five of a cold turkey detox, perhaps you might understand my trepidation at meeting him again. I’m not trying to imply that we get on badly because nothing could be further from the truth; it’s just that a vast physical distance plus too many years have got in between us. That is why I felt nervous about meeting him. That is why I drank too much before our meeting. Thankfully the cyder was already wearing off by the time I staggered out of the tube at Piccadilly Circus. So by the time we arrived at the restaurant I was feeling remarkably clearheaded. I didn’t knock over the tables or anything…
We had a yummy curry somewhere in Soho. He did remark to me that American curries aren’t quite as strong as their English counterparts. Plus American curryhouses don’t go in for the standard set menu that British Indian and Chinese restaurants go in for. (If you go somewhere like Brick Lane, a long road with literally scores of Indian restaurants along its length, you’ll see precisely the same menu in every window. The only thing that varies is possibly the price — and curryhouse prices stay suspiciously similar everywhere... almost as if their owners are running a cartel...!)
My Bro had to go to bed straight after the meal as he has an early flight.
I didn’t feel as much of a f-up as I imagined I would, there in the presence of someone who’s doing pretty well in life. And my bhuna masala was pretty wonderful. So I’ll leave it at that. I’m knackered and I drank too much earlier so it’s beddy-byes for me.
L8rs, Gleds…
Posted by gledwood at 9:53 PM GMT
Updated: Thursday, 28 December 2006 10:00 PM GMT
My BrotherMood: chillin'Topic: Daily Doings
MY BROTHER
I SAW MY BROTHER (a computer programmer) who’s over from Los Angeles and staying in London just tonight. If I mention that I’ve not seen him for 5½ years and did last see him on day five of a cold turkey detox, perhaps you might understand my trepidation at meeting him again. I’m not trying to imply that we get on badly because nothing could be further from the truth; it’s just that a vast physical distance plus too many years have got in between us. That is why I felt nervous about meeting him. That is why I drank too much before our meeting. Thankfully the cyder was already wearing off by the time I staggered out of the tube at Piccadilly Circus. So by the time we arrived at the restaurant I was feeling remarkably clearheaded. I didn’t knock over the tables or anything…
We had a yummy curry somewhere in Soho. He did remark to me that American curries aren’t quite as strong as their English counterparts. Plus American curryhouses don’t go in for the standard set menu that British Indian and Chinese restaurants go in for. (If you go somewhere like Brick Lane, a long road with literally scores of Indian restaurants along its length, you’ll see precisely the same menu in every window. The only thing that varies is possibly the price — and curryhouse prices stay suspiciously similar everywhere... almost as if their owners are running a cartel...!)
My Bro had to go to bed straight after the meal as he has an early flight.
I didn’t feel as much of a f-up as I imagined I would, there in the presence of someone who’s doing pretty well in life. And my bhuna masala was pretty wonderful. So I’ll leave it at that. I’m knackered and I drank too much earlier so it’s beddy-byes for me.
L8rs, Gleds…
Posted by gledwood at 9:53 PM GMT
Updated: Thursday, 28 December 2006 10:00 PM GMT
Five O'clock
Five o'clockMood: on fireTopic: Daily Doings
Okay okay folks, I've steadied my nerves. With three litres of White Ace Cyder 7.5. Do yu know what I'm not so worried about NEthing now. Well I'll be back online L8r if I'm stil conscious... well that's about it. Hey!— no, I'll tell u L8r.
There's a smell coming up like rancid pork kidneys. Why do people eat such rank food???!¬!
Oh man he just rang we're meeting "down west in 2 hrs time". Man, why do I beat meself up so much about simply meeting my people?
I'm not used to this. I've grown unused to this.
Look I'm shutting up I'm off.
L8Rs. g
Posted by gledwood at 5:02 PM GMT
Okay okay folks, I've steadied my nerves. With three litres of White Ace Cyder 7.5. Do yu know what I'm not so worried about NEthing now. Well I'll be back online L8r if I'm stil conscious... well that's about it. Hey!— no, I'll tell u L8r.
There's a smell coming up like rancid pork kidneys. Why do people eat such rank food???!¬!
Oh man he just rang we're meeting "down west in 2 hrs time". Man, why do I beat meself up so much about simply meeting my people?
I'm not used to this. I've grown unused to this.
Look I'm shutting up I'm off.
L8Rs. g
Posted by gledwood at 5:02 PM GMT
Nervous Afternoon
Nervous AfternoonMood: energeticTopic: Daily Doings
It's 2o'clock on Thursday afternoon. I'm due to meet someone I haven't seen for years at about 6 o'clock this evening so I'm well nervous... Wish me luck...
What am I saying. We're just having a simple meal. What's to wish worried luck for??
See yers later.
Gled
Posted by gledwood at 2:11 PM GMT
It's 2o'clock on Thursday afternoon. I'm due to meet someone I haven't seen for years at about 6 o'clock this evening so I'm well nervous... Wish me luck...
What am I saying. We're just having a simple meal. What's to wish worried luck for??
See yers later.
Gled
Posted by gledwood at 2:11 PM GMT
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