The 6th Dimension

I went to see Be Kind, Rewind yesterday. I love Michel Gondry, but to be honest, I thought it was only okay. There Will Be Blood is definitely still the best thing currently showing at the cinema. See it see it see it see it.

On Friday night, Magee, Bam and Faye came round. The official plan for the evening was to get a Chinese and some wine and watch an old 80’s B-movie (which was called Forbidden Zone, and was truly terrible – sorry, Magee). We ended up drinking a lot more wine than one bottle, and invented a spoof chat show called Woprah Infrey. We filmed a couple of ‘episodes’, and although they’re funny as hell (we think so, anyway), we’re so shamefully drunk that I’m a little reluctant to post them. So watch this space. If I change my mind, you may soon see me playing Danny Dyer, and hearing Sarah (as fellow chat show host Shelby-Jo Jo Jones) exclaim, in a Southern American accent, ‘I’m the biggest thing on TV since Boy George’.

On Saturday, I met up with Katy at the very early hour of 5pm to buy cheap Aldi booze, went to her house, promptly drank it. At about 9 we rolled into the Night and Day Café to see MGMT. Our vision was a little off, as was our balance, considering the copious amounts of booze that was fermenting in our blood stream, but they were great. Luckily, they played Time to Pretend right at the start of their set, so it has stayed in my memory. The set finished late, so we went to meet Magee, Bam and Victoria in GC and then headed to Overdraft. I was so drunk by this point that I was falling asleep on the table, so Magee put me in a cab. Got in, my sister was up watching Alpha Dog, so I watched it with her (if you haven’t seen it, don’t assume its some rubbish ‘we’re so ghetto’-esque film – it’s actually brilliant) and then fell asleep where I always fall asleep on Saturday nights – the sofa.

Sunday, Steph rang my doorbell at 8.30am. It’s something I will forever resent her for. With my eyes half open, I managed to fumble into my Morning After drawer and pulled out the Anadin and lemonade. Immediately, I felt better, so figured I would go downstairs to see everyone. Long story short, I misjudged the steps and fell all the way down the stairs. Noone in Rachel’s room could talk for laughing. My sister watched in despair from the bathroom, while Charlotte just stood open mouthed, unsure if I was dead or alive. If I ever had to fall down the stairs, it had to be when everyone was in full view. I’m covered in bruises today, I look like a battered wife. Anyway, an hour later, while still stifling laughter, we went to Thomas Cook and begged them to give us a reason to get up every day – a summer break. We have booked to go to Greece in August. I wish I could tell you how much I can’t wait for it. The weather in this country is probably the only thing I hate about it, but it’s so bad that it could be a major force in the increase in suicide rates. The thought of a week in the sun, by the beach, with a gazillion bars all around me is the perfect cure for the ‘it’s Monday morning in Manchester, and it’s fucking snowing’ blues.

Glastonbury update – if you haven’t registered yet, you have 2 weeks left. Get it done!