Weekend in London, Special Needs.

Actually we'll start on Friday night. I had a work night out in Manchester, we went straight to the normal Friday night, after work drinks, bar at Salford Quays to begin with, then moved onto Nando's in town, this then went on to Revolutions near Deansgate and it's here that my memory dissapears amidst a downpour of jagerbombs and vodka and coke around 4am.

My memory then comes to, starshaped in last night's clothes, on my bed at 9.15am. My train to London was leaving Picadilly at 10.35 so I literally put on some new underwear and changed my t shirt, stuffed some clothes into a bag and crawled to the bus, then on to a train. Made it down to London in one piece for 12.45, then found my way to Westfield to meet my sister. She works there giving massages to shoppers. Got there around 1.30 and she wasn't finishing til 3 so I had a wander round, quite an impressive store place as far as shopping centres go.

We left there around 3.30 and bussed and trained it to Bromley where Kirsty lives with her boyfriend, had a shower and got my head together a little, then around 7pm, when Kirsty's boyfriend Dave got home we headed back up to Kentish Town for the Special Needs gig at Heroes bar. The bar had just been freshly painted a thick shade of black. Special Needs were excellent as ever, amazing to hear Motorbikin' back in the set. Also brilliant to catch up with a lot of people I had not seen in literally 5 or 6 years.

Again this night ended up in another drunken blur. Dave left around midnight to get the last train home. Kirsty ended up massively drunk and I spent the early hours of Sunday morning trying to be a responsible older brother as she acted like a lairy, drunken little sister, which was a very, very hard job when I was without a leg to stand on myself. Managed to shoehorn her into a taxi, the driver of which Kirsty spent the next hour verbally abusing and which cost me £50.

Again, a night of drunken sleep ensued, waking up again around midday to go back in to London to Brick Lane market where Dave's brother runs a yoghurt stall (www.yo-kart.co.uk). Had a little wander round there which in itself was nice, don't think I've stepped foot in East London for, again, around 5 or 6 years. Brick Lane seems to have changed a lot even in that amount of time.

And then it was just about time to head back to Victoria station and jump on a bus Manchester bound again. Got on the bus at 5.30pm, got off it at 10.55pm at Picadilly gardens, jumped in a taxi and came on home.

Today has been absolute torture, pretty much worth it for such a good weekend though. Tonight I shall be settling down with Louis Theroux's programme from last night on iplayer, in bed. G'night.