I am back at work today, and reeling from the constant debauchery I seem to have undertaken since Thursday, although I enjoyed it so much that I felt I should write about it (and possibly even rub it in to those of you who had a shit weekend compared to mine).
Thursday
It started off when I finished work on Thursday at 4pm, went home and then had to pack my laptop and stuff up, then get a train up to Oxford to meet Pomp, we then headed over to the Cellar Bar in Oxford centre, where I was DJing @ Eclectricity alongside the ever lovable & incredibly talented TJ Hertz and Lee Mortimer. Needless to say they both smacked the living shit out of it, and had the crowd in a frenzy, much to my dismay as I definitely had a hard act to follow, being on at 1.30am straight after Lee. But alas the crowd loved it, and although the numbers dwindled a bit towards the end everyone still seemed to have a wicked time.
Big shouts to the Swindon crew for coming up to support, as well as the Oxford heads for coming down. Extra big shouts to Marcus for having me down, and TJ for helping me set up all the kit, despite him being a little bit worse for wear.
Luckily I managed to bag a lift back to Swindon after the night finished around 3am, so didn’t end up sleeping on Pomp’s floor with curtains for a blanket.
Friday
Woke up around 3pm, chilled out for a couple of hours and then got straight back on the train to Oxford to meet James & Madz, as we were off to Eclectric’s 2nd birthday at the Zodiac.
Line up was supposed to be SebastiAn, Claude Von Stroke & TJ, but for some (still unknown) reason, SebastiAn was a no show, apparently he just never showed when they went to pick him up from the airport. Luckily Lee Mortimer was still around, stepped up and did an absolutely wicked job, so hats off to him for that.
Don’t remember much else from the night, I think TJ was pretty good though, I should’ve laid off the whiskey a bit earlier really!
Ended up back at Madz’ mate Sara’s until around 6am, until I decided to get the early train back to Swindon, just managed to get to the station in time. 20 minutes later I was in Didcot waiting for my connection, when it dawned on me that there was no connecting train to Swindon until 8am! Cue me sleeping like a tramp on a couple of benches for two hours, never again.
Got home around 9am and went to bed.
Saturday
Got up around 5pm, had a shower and all that jazz, and then got the train down to Southampton for the Out of The Void Oxjam party on Sunday, got to mates’ house about 9pm, and we ended up out drinking in Unit 22 until 4am, pretty messy but great fun, really good to see people I haven’t caught up with in months.
Sunday
Woke up stinking of alcohol and dodgy kebab.
Managed to get up around 3pm, get a KFC and then roll up to the Hobbit for the all day Oxjam party. Met some great people and wandered around with the lovely Gem harassing people to donate in pub that had somehow became nightclub.
Spoll did a wicked BBQ and managed to smoke the whole pub out, but not kill himself or anyone else, which was a bonus (possibly).
DJed from 10-11pm to a bit of a difficult crowd at first, but somehow managed to rescue it and fill the room back up with a few Prodigy tracks and a dodgy 2 Unlimited bootleg (I have no morals), I also thought it would be quite funny to just throw glowsticks at the crowd whilst DJing, and someone stuck a ginger wig on me at some point.
Then I got drunk again…
Monday
Woke up with another hangover, got the 2pm ish train back to Swindon at the tail end of a fantastic weekend.
Shout outs to Network Rail (or whatever it’s called now) for managing to have every train running perfectly on time, except for when some bellend managed to fall in front of a train moving at 100pmh at Winchester, so there was a bit of a delay whilst they probably mopped up what was left of him!
It was indeed such a brilliant weekend, which is why I feel the need to write about it. Big thanks to everyone who looked after me, booked me to DJ or let me crash at their houses, as well as all the lovely people I met.
No thanks to whoever’s idea it was to put the table with the decks on at knee height, as I have well and truly fucked my back up.