Be Excellent To Each Other

Jen has uploaded our picures to the Beex photo stream.

awsome pics... I don't remember you talking pics of me

FUCKING Manchester. We left the pub after three pints and watched one tram leave as we came over the bridge. We got onto the station and another one arrived and left while we bought tickets to avoid being done for the MANDATORY FARE of £100.

Naturally there was then a huge gap in the service and I was dancing a merry dance of DESPERATE NEED FOR A PISS and contemplated going to piss down by the station elevator when the tram arrived several ice ages later. Thankfully a seat became available and I was able to hold it in for a bit. Until we got off at GMEX, and Bik assured us it 'wasn't far'. I stumbled awkwardly along trying to avoid JohnCoffeying my pants and even suggested just popping into a pub we were passing but Kate said 'I don't think they'll let you.'

Every street seemed to be lined with CCTV, everywhere was busy, I was absolutely desperate. I could hold on no longer, my bladder just shrugged and prepared to give up, I shouted 'KATE! HELP!' and she suggested 'go there!' and I did... a tiny little alcove under the overhang of an office building, where a previous visitor had vomitted. THANK FUCKING JESUS HIMSELF. I would NOT have survived the 'only a short walk' to the pub without stopping. Suffice it to say, half our little entourage immediately scrambled for the toilets when we finally did arrive at the pub.

So yes, FUCKING MANCHESTER. No toilets at the station, no toilets on the wonderful modern tram network, no public toilets anywhere.

Apart from those brilliant open air ones at Piccadilly Gardens.

I'm reasonably not-too-embarrassed by the (so far) few photos with me in them. Excellent.

That one from my house with Babestation on the telly could probably do with an NSFW tag on it though.

I could've fitted Jen into one of my pockets. She's so wee!

For some reason, I'm always stuck on my ‘decline any offers of generosity’ mode at the start of a night, hence my confusing decline of your drink offer, then walking up and buying one for myself anyway. I did manage to let Curio and 118 buy me one at some point (apologies if anyone else did and I've forgotten) and bought a few for other people. I'm so shit.

We saw a woman using a very open air toilet on Portland Street when walking back from the posho meal. Whilst shrieking blue murder at her friends to wait for her, she sat with her skirt hiked up, her privacy not particularly concealed by this fence:

I cant see her.

We were nowhere near that, and I was already fit to burst after waiting for that bastard tram. I was just about to go behind the elevator at the station when the tram arrived.



Are glowing women not allowed in your workplace? You can't see a thing apart from her eyes.

That's how Marie Curie got fired.

OH NO! THE CURIES! WE MUST FLEE!

Just been sharing your lovely comments with MrsP and becoming amused with the fact I have to use your real names

I don't have a real name... showed my ladyfriend the youtube links, she asked why I was call Kovacs...that is hard to explain

Have we just had the regularly scheduled dinnertime downtime?

Keep things on topic please.

Sorry mistakenly clicked this and not Bits and Bobs.

The forum must have pre-emptively killed itself in response to my ruinous off-topicery. I'll go jump in front of the next train to go past the window.

I love this photo:

Who's that behind pod?

Bik. I remember his face.

Hahaha, fuck, that's me being a ninja again.

I'd say it was Bik

Your face looks different than that!

I've just remembered Doctor Zardoz prescribing everyone sugar the next day after.

Let Mr. Russell take Rachel; we can find happiness with each other. Also: people who aren't you, I or Nikachu should be informed that there is an emo song called 'I Never Told You What I Do For a Living'. I may be getting older, but I can read emo code.


As folks have pointed out, you did it while you were waiting for your FACKING BURGER. Didn't realise you were that drunk by then.


One sock will be mine. I caught the train, though. ^_^


Yay! throughsilver, as Mr. Russell pointed out, then obviously forgot, is 'the man to go to about music'.

Speaking of forgetting, nice of Zardoz to repress shaking my hand about a million times, declaring me 'the Henry Rollins of BETEO'.

Speaking of forgetting, nice of me not to mention the fantastically lovely Meaty Angel and Mrs. Angel. Mongolian all you can eat vets, represent.

Probably some other stuff too. Can we have a meet when it's a bit warmer? I want to wear less next time.

Y'all represent, eyebrows, you managed one more bowl than I did. I wish you'd agreed to shovel it down with two forks when that was suggested!

You think I'm kidding; I subjected the house of Albino to the sight of me in my underwear.


'Is the bog free?'

Yes. I saw more silver than Van Helsing on Sunday morning.

In my defence, I was quite, quite drunk. The picture of me picking myself up from under the table (fall #2 of 3, I believe) was taken around then. Ahem. Sorry about that.

On Sunday morning
Zardoz: Urgh I've just been sick. I feel like an empty husk.
Me: Anyone fancy a cuppa?
Zardoz: Ooh I'd love one!

And
Me: Have a lolly
Zardoz: Well I suppose I can move it out the stream then when I need to be sick

I no longer need a gasmask to use my bathroom!

Do you live alone, or did you force other people to put up with such things?

I didn't brush my teeth until I got back home, such was the ferocity of Zardoz's deposit.

Oh my



I wasn't aware of this. Aside from my girly looks, I don't ‘do’ emo. Load of tosh.

So, to exactly how many people did I explain my plan of drinking two pints of old peculiar to catch up with everyone, and then tailing off with something lighter? Or was it the same person I kept explaining it to?

It all fell apart when generous people started asking what I was drinking, of course. Possibly this was how I ended up at the quiz machine with a pint in each hand, and falling into an English Panic when somebody came up to shake my hand.

Also I apologise to those of you who I stared at and grinned unsettlingly for several minutes at a time. I was almost certainly trying to remember your names. I still don't know the name of the woman who sits opposite me at work after three weeks, so don't take it too personally.

Why do I look like a grandad?



... do I usually look like a grandad?

So that makes me the most emo person on the board, then. It's the last song on My Chemical Romance's second album!

Or so I've been told...

I prefer my music with brass in it. The only sorta emo mush I listen to is Brand New.

I have the horrible feeling that I may be more Emo than Nickachu and Malabar.

But still...

If someone can photoshop your face over Bik's, then it'll almost look like a still from an Aphex Twin video.

Blarp. Hope it doesn't affect the count again but as well as kovacs being on the list of attendees in the first post twice, I have just noticed I am as well.

This can be explained by the fact that myp is a gigantic mong.

At least it wasn't me this time, eh Ange?



You told me at least twice.

Did I ever tell you about this Czech girl I used to go out with?

Three times. I have textual proof.

I cant get over how much you crash out Myps.

I know. It's like the flick of a switch as well; I can be fine one minute and then all over the shop the next.

Is that switch called "dawn"?

Shush you! You nodded off too!

yes you two sleepy heads...... oh!