Mathew Browne

What a productive weekend. Other than selling even more of my Playstation games on eBay, I’ve done almost fuck all. Glorious.

I finally managed to upload my fireworks night photos (taken from my gaff), as well as photos of the free fireworks display I went to at Beckton Park the previous night from my camera to the computer..

I’ve switched the web photo album freeware I use, seeing as the last one made even the finest photos look like they were rendered on a Mega Drive. Having said that, the new one is hardly perfect either, but a vast improvement nonetheless.

The DLR extension has opened, meaning I now have not one but TWO stations to choose from in the morning. However, it’s not much of a choice seeing as they’re both equidistant from me, I change lines at the next station, and it’s Sod’s law I’ll end up missing the previous train by about 30 seconds anyway.

I caught a train on the new extension (only the second train to officially run, no less) and was overjoyed to see the confusion it caused to the numerous American and German tourists who got off at Canning Town expecting to meet the shuttle bus service to the airport. Of course, the whole point of the DLR extension is to replace the shuttle bus. I knew that, but they didn’t. I didn’t tell them either. Because I’m a shit.

Booked my train tickets to Wales during the Christmas holiday, marking the first time I’ve been “home” in 9 months. Am very much looking forward to putting back on the weight I’ve steadily lost over the last six months.

Thanks to some seasonal cashflow problems (thanks to the silly amount of money I spent on wrestling tickets), I’ve knocked on the head any plans for catching some shows this month. Gutting, considering there’s a World Championship Boxing show at Excel on the 10th. (Excel, for those who don’t realise, is a 5 minute walk from my flat.) I was also going to get myself some cheap tickets to see Status Quo. I’m such a Dad rocker, but about 25 years too young and not a Dad. In fact I probably would have gone with my dad-in-law, too. Nevermind, I’ll see them next year. If they’re not dead.

I’m consoling myself with the fact that there are two Guns N’ Roses tribute bands performing within commutable distance from me in the coming months (Croydon and Walthamstow, to be precise), along with Adler’s Appetite, who are effectively a third Guns N’ Roses cover band, except the drummer actually was in GNR.

All this talk of gigs is reminding me to finish the “all the gigs I’ve been to” page I started working on one evening and - as happens so often with me - I never finished. Which is what I really should do with this post. Over and out.