disgusting

well after the adventures of thursday night/ friday morning i just knew there was going to be trouble ahead.
i was meeting up with a friend for a coffee and a curry in the evening - ah the joys of brick lane, a magical place that holds so much - a great coffee shop, a veritable legion of curry houses and it's a haven for the arty farty crowd.
the work day was pants mainly because i had had very little sleep so i was happy to see the back of the place and get out and see joel.
we were both still amped about seeing dio the previous week - and to be honest it was just truly awesome, to quote an old school friend it was a "BRAINBLAST". as ever our conversations revolved around music, work - mainly the problems of work, art and a few other things.
one of the things i have noticed about my life is that as i have gotten older i have less dreams in life - i remember at school hanging around with people like joel and adam and having dreams about being a writer, a photographer and a bass player in a rock and roll band (i had long since given up wanting to be an astronaut). in someways meeting up with joel once a fortnight is a way back to those dreams. i never expect to be a published writer or sought after photographer but at least now i have started doing both again.
(what of the bass guitar you ask - hell no, i struggled to play the bassline on smoke on the water so that was pretty much a sign from above to stick to air guitar!)

the coffee went well, the curry went well and was very nice.
except that both of us had ordered too much to eat. not really sure why joel couldn't finish his - but me it was because somewhere during the evening i had developed a bad case of wind - but not the sort you can easily let out. i think i bloated out a little as we sat and ate.
but aside from a little discomfort it was fine and the evening was good.

a short trip to a local pub (apparently tracey emin's local) and then home.

i made it home with what must have been seconds to spare.
as i sat on the toilet my arse erupted in a mix of vile noises and heinous stenches - imagine the sounds and smells of a festering primordial bog land and it comes close. i felt like i was deflating. and i was there for a loooooooooooooooooooong time, each eruption slightly less extreme than the one before.
when i eventually got of the toilet to flush - it was as if jackson pollock had decorated the inside of the toilet bowl.
i had to make two more trips to the toilet before i felt it was safe to go to bed.

saturday was pretty much me recovering from whatever it was that turned me into a human version of mount vesuvius.