Not So Quiet One

Last weekend was a quiet one, involving eating, watching TV and just relaxing. This week on the other hand was far from it. Another gig on Wednesday at 333. The first act were really good. I wish I could play bass guitar! The second act were a Franz Ferdinand rip-off complete with matching black attire. The main vocalist should keep his day job , until they find a replacement. The final act were also very good and by the end of the evening I was starving. I left to get some food on the way to the tube station. Tip for everyone, never buy food when you are starving as it affects your judgement. It was a food outlet selling Chinese, kebabs and burgers. I had the Chinese buffet, cue jealous stares from hungry revellers on the tube home . Enough said. Friday was friend of a friend's birthday. We ended up at NYT. I don't know why they make such a fuss about proof of i.d when they let 15-17 year olds in anyway. We were easily older than about a quarter of the people in there. It looked like a casting call for extras in a Chris Brown video. The lyrics, ' girl put some clothes on' come to mind. Apparently bras can be worn in public. On Saturday I saw Omid Djalil's stand up show. He is so politically incorrect but some of it was hilarious. In the evening I went to Umbaba with a friend. It's the new China White apparently. Annoying people with clipboards who rule the world on Saturdays, overly aggressive bouncers and half naked wanna be models. The music was very good despite the odd deterioration into trancey house. I actually had a good time maybe because our friends were dancing on the tables. I have never seen a group (excluding myself) consume that much alcohol.

With psychiatry exams looming there will be no more fun for a while.

Quiet Ones

I went to a friend's gig in North London on Tuesday night. It was good fun and I was good and came home early. On Wednesday I went to the dance show at one of the London Universities. The performances were of a high standard but some of the pieces would have been tightly choreographed with less people. Thursday involved another gig in east London with acoustic performances from three acts. One of the girls was so good, she reminded me of KT Tunstall/Sheryl Crow. It made me want to pick up a guitar and pour my soul out. Only problem is I can't play the guitar or sing very well. Hmmm..maybe I could get on the X-Factor tour. I stupidly agreed to go to some club in central London afterwards. I met some interesting people who were multi lingual and insisted on speaking fluent French to me. Perhaps it was my fault, one of them introduced himself in French, asked how I was and I replied politely in French. After that I just had a blank stare during the conversation that followed as my GCSE French left me failing. Have I missed a couple of centuries, can you ask people to be your other half when you just met them? Answers on a post card to the usual address. In general a fun night but I got home in the early hours of the morning.


Next week is the last week of fun and games as my exams are coming up. I am going to see Omid Djalili's show and there's another gig in east London. I must comment on a change of heart. I had never really been to many gigs, preferring concerts in small venues. However they are a cheap night out. You can catch up with friends, relax and have a few drinks. This weekend will be a quiet one.

Weekend Madness

This is a true story. I spent five hours straight in breast clinic and got shat on by the registrar. I left clinic to check my emails only to discover paeds results had not been released despite the promises from the medical office. Then we had a late Friday afternoon tutorial to set the weekend underway. In the evening, I went to a friend’s birthday drinks at a bar in south London. The crowd was good and it was so much fun. We went on to a club in Tottenham Court Road, where the music left a lot to be desired. I tried to dance to break-beat, I did. I managed in my idiocy to lose my phone somewhere between the bar and the club. In the end we gave up the game and went home.

I felt so lost without my phone and my numbers, photos etc. I cancelled my SIM and rolled in at 5:30a.m. Most of Saturday was spent trying to get a replacement phone. They had some deal where I could have got money added to my bill for trading in my old phone-the irony of it. Seven hours from lost handset to replacement phone this afternoon. Orange has unrivalled customer service. On the way home, the shopkeeper tried to sell me out of date bread. This weekend has been interesting in terms of luck.
It’s the medical school party tonight and so I’m going to get some sleep before.

I was quite late because the tubes were messed up and I may have made a detour at Burger King. Oh it was classy, dressed up and carrying my brown Burger King paper bag. It was nice seeing everyone dressed up and the venue had character. Everyone was completely wasted on alcohol, people had difficulty standing. I was sober as I had three drinks the whole night. Cab home, bed. Sunday was a right off, slept, drank fluids, slept. Tried to do some work and slept.

Monday, clinic and careers fair in the evening. I love goodie bags. It’s part of the medic genetic make-up, a penchant for freebies.

I recently watched Christina Milian’s new video, ‘Say I’ feat. Young Jeezy. Is it me or does it remind anyone of Mary J. Bilge’s bridge in the ‘Real Love’ video. What happened to continuity? It’s been over a year since her last single off the album, ‘It’s about time’. Is this new song from a new album or from the old one? Who cares? I’m just rambling now. Most wanted albums are Corinne Bailey Rae, Ne-Yo and The GAME mixtape. Bar the GAME, I have been forced by the dilapidated state of r n b/hip hop to veer towards ‘chart n b’. Ok there is the Biggie duets album (anything produced by Puffy recently leaves me sceptical). He must spit a bar on every track he produces; maybe he’s confused and thinks he’s Jermaine Dupri. Why is Jay-Z releasing a collaborative album with Biggie? Commercialism has overtaken artistic integrity. Surely Biggie’s advisors must have some idea of who he would want to work with and how many albums a year he would release if he were still alive. The same goes for 2Pac. I think they should just release mixtapes with unreleased material and stop this.


I passed paediatrics finals. Huge sigh.

Someone Call Age Concern

Someone call Age Concern. There is an old lady masquerading as a young, hip, student. Yours truly spent most of Friday sleeping off her cold. I went to a swanky bar/club in south Kensington with some friends. It was fun and I spent most of the night watching the crowd in bemusement. Regulars at the Harley Street Plastic Surgeons, 'models' waiting for their big breaks and city guys who are attracted to them. The owner used the takings from drinks to send his children through university I'm sure. Trendy cocktails, 'commercial house' and pop were the order of the night. It was fun despite the 45 year old men who obviously left their wives at home.

Saturday involved a trip to tescos during food rush hour. What was I thinking? There were trolley jams, millions of shoppers fighting in the frozen food aisle. I met some other friends in a bar in west London for a friend's birthday. Alcohol is bad but I was good. It was a fun night despite the smokey setting, with lots of of flirting. On the way home someone tried to pimp me (kiss on the cheek for the shop manager in exchange for pastries). Some people are so cheeky. I woke up this next morning in my friend's room, with semi blurred vision and contacts stuck to my eyeball, having slept in my clothes and full make up. I committed a fashion sin and I can see the dermatologists shaking their heads in disapproval. Then I crawled home to get some food and more sleep. Umm yeah I was supposed to do some work this weekend. That plan went out of the window. Oh well you only live once. I don't think I will be eligible for a pension just yet.