Come into the Garden, Maude

What did you do for Easter? I don't fucking care, this is about what I did. On Sunday afternoon I celebrated the death and resurrection of OUR LORD JEBUS CRUST by doing what all good people did and went to the pub. I met up with Danny, Jaime and wee tiny little Richard Bennett. Just before I arrived I received a text off Danny telling me they were sitting in the beer garden. 'What a pack of stupid cunts' said I to myself. It's a typical British thing that as soon as Spring is announced everybody strips off and starts sunbathing and going on about how nice it is to have the sun out again, despite it being -40 and blowing a gale. And snowing. And my cuntish friends were no exception, they were huddled together for body heat in a howling gale force wind. Tables were being thrown about by the blast and I had to duck several times lest I be struck about the head. My lips froze to my pint glass as I tried to drink it was so cold. I eventually coaxed them inside, but only after the sun had set and the snow lay thickly all around.

'Come on, let's go inside for a bit..'
'OK, we'll just have one more outside to get the last of the sunlight'

Back at Christ's Mass I had loaned Bob a book on Passchendaele as her Great-Grandfather had fought there. It was time to retrieve said book and as Bob was back up North for a few days it was decided we'd meet up. As it happens she was in Leeds for the night so I took the chance to tie in a visit to the Royal Armouries. Bob wanted to come along as well, so off we merrily wandered to stare at guns. Then the ubiquitous trip to the pub for a debriefing on what we'd seen and so Bob could give me a blow by blow account of her 'oliday out in the mysterious Far East. I put her on her train and made my way back home after a great day.

Guns get two thumbs up from Bob!

Tuesday afternoon followed a similar pattern, except for the freezing to death part. Ninjasaurus Rex and I had a few pints together in an empty public hostelry. He was drowning his sorrows after someone had probably lost three grand of his invoices. I was only too willing to step up to the challenge. So I guess all in all, Easter was celebrated in the time honoured tradition. Last night I was back in Leeds again, this time with Rhys and Mainy to see Eyehategod. They were fucking great and the crowd went pretty berserk. One of the support acts Dragged Into Sunlight were also fucking great. They were playing in a pretty small pub and by the end of it the room smelled like the burger van I used to get my chicken burgers from in Reykjavik. Great night.