Hello, I am Chillie, the bassist for Fresh Eyes. Recently I have been repeatedly harassed by the people I know to tell them stories of all the adventures I've been having in my new career path of unemployed. I've never 'blogged' but I assume this is what people do, write about their week. I'm about halfway through mine, it's 4:29 on Friday morning, I've been down the Paradise Lounge, but that's Thursday, and it'd be easier to start on Monday.
On Monday, I think I woke up about 12 o'clock, I've been waking up at like 9 and stuff like I usually do, but I just wake up restless, sometimes in pain (I slept on my lighter on tuesday) I sleep it off til about 12... I woke up feeling shite on Monday, due to Sunday, but that's last week. But ye, I went downstairs thought 'I'll have a cup of tea, fag in the garden, beans on toast in a bit, I'll be fine by half 1' like you usually do... Nope, Alex, my old housemate had come up for the weekend, he went at 3, I had the house to myself, I sat down, by this point I was feeling worse. I had a little nap, woke up about 9, still felt pretty shit, but thought, I'll be sound tommorow. But ye, I got up, did some cleaning and that, made a quick curry, had that on waffles, Matt (my housemate) got back about 20 past 11, that was good, sat with him for a bit, played pro evo, went to bed, pretty boring day sorry :/
Tuesday I was awoken by Clio, next doors cat trying to steal my bloody warm spot. It was about 5am or something, and I woke up with this weird thing in my ribs (I was lying on my front) I was like wha? rolled over to look... Clio was fucking nudging my in the ribs so I'd roll over, soon as I did she pounced on where I was lying! Anyways... I went back to sleep... Woken up Again! at like fucking 8 o'clock or something shit, I was lying on my back at this point, legs straight, Clio nudging her arse in trying to get comfy, she kept them warm, so I wasn't complaining. Not much happened in the day I don't think, I was saving my energy for Fresh Eyes practice, that were good, we were working on new songs, one's fucking badass, big bass chords :D as soon as I get an Ampeg, it will be one to make you pooh your pants haha. Came home... I think Matt cooked me some chips, had me a chip butty, with a bowl of chips, I was um-ing and aah-ing about whether to have them with gravy, or a curry sauce, I ended up going with ketchup... aaaaaaagain :/
Wednesday, I was fucking up and at it Wednesday, I went down to doghouse, painted some shit black, it was fucking wicked. I finished off a wall, did the doorway and all that, and some storage bits, I may be paraphrasing words unspoken, but I heard someone mention how 'you couldn't pay a proffessional to do a better job' and they were right. Most people may go on about it's painting a wall black, not that hard... you haven't seen black, unless I've painted it black. That took up the most of my day, I think Baz picked me up about half 12, and I left there about 1/4 to 9, got home for half 9, was a good days work. I missed the Spain v Germany match. I'd put some bets on it, I'd gone to ladbrokes.com, put a £5 bet on... you get 4 free £5 bets! hard! but ye, we'd put a few on, one was for 4-3 to Germany, I've been good with scores this world cup, I've guessed like a fair few to be fair, but ye that failed, but then we were mucking around with others, and the one I was hoping for was for Schweinesteiger to score first, and for it to be 2-2 at 90mins... that was a free bet... if it had come through I would have £3270 right now :/ gutted ey? but ye... I came home, Matt had finished early (he usually finishes at 11) and got back as I had finished having a piss and was coming back out to go to Londis, he came down, went home, cooked a sausage casserole, had a few games of pro evo, went to bed.
Thursday I woke up about 10, me Dad was in Nottingham doing some conveyor belt shenanigans, and said he would stop by for a cup of tea, but ye that wasn't til lunch ish, so I lay in bed, got up a bit later than I'd hoped (when my Dad was on the way haha) but ye... I got up and packed my bag, I was getting a lift backto my parents for the weekend as there is 'fuse festival' in Lichfield, some music festival type thing... but ye, had a cup of tea with my Dad, drove back to his office in Leicster, sat there, read the 5th and 6th Sandman's by Neil Gaiman, then drove back to Lich after he'd finished work. The evening started around 11 o'clock, I got bored sitting around doing nothing, with no-one answering their phones, or on facebook, so I thought I'd take a walk down Paradise, see if anyone good's there, if not I thought, I'll just go to the 24hr Tesco, get a bottle of Dr.Pepper and some Skittles. But ye, I was in there til about half 1, I haven't got any ravenous Gin fuelled antics to tell you about I'm afraid, I had 2 cokes, played some pool, sat about the usual. Though I did fucking find 70p! I was like fucking buzzing, I looked at my change... I had £1.50 I was like right, I'm going tesco, Dr Pepper - £1, Skittles - 50p! I was so happy, I shall sleep a happy man this morning. But ye, got that, walked home, that took me up til about 3, I sat and watched South Park, and thought fuck it, I shall write that blog thing...
Well, now you know what I do when I'm not a Fresh Eye, stay tuned for more adventures.
