IdleRich

IdleRich
Some first impressions

Edmund—nice silent type masculine brooding energy but kind
Luka—no idea, I was plastered and didn't have much of an observation window
Sufi—very friendly happy presence lots of joie de vivre would 100% get cancelled in the States for his love of brown culture seems to have lived a very adventurous life has a whole harem (maybe it's an Islam thing?) multiple wives dozens of children, uses the word "lovely" a lot
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Edmund went tu-thunk, tu-thunk over and over on the cobblestones with his rolly cart (chair, sign, typewriter etc). We met up at Kings Head Yard pub very OG London spot apparently, old-fashioned all shoulders no urinals you just piss in a trough, Brits kept getting successive rounds of double-whiskeys and pints (simultaneously, "and" not "or") every 15 minutes, by 11pm we were completely plastered, I never drink haven't drank in ages but I have a natural aptitude, always been able to handle my liquor well, in college I could drink anyone under the table, whereas Luka couldn't handle the heat he knew he was in deep trouble the way I was keeping up, he'd really screwed himself, shamefacedly turned toward home to pass out (not in front of the 'murican he thought to himself) and was so hungover the next day he skipped work on the Thames
My hostel checkin was 9pm no staff afterward so when we started getting into the drink around 10 I said to myself, oh boy where will I be sleeping tonight, and when Luka left Ed kept saying every 15 minutes, as if a brand new thought had just occurred to him, "Hey Gus, would you like to crash at my flat" And I'd say Ed, that would be lovely, I'd appreciate that, and then 15 minutes later, it'd occur to him again, you can see what kind of state I was able to induce in this attempted hazing ritual of theirs, if they were gonna force me to take my medicine they were gonna take it themselves

So we take a bus all the way up to Stoke Newington & every stop I'm hopping off to puke in the street, at some point I can't do it anymore, the on and off, it was OK before but the car-sickness and the drink, too much, I say leave me Ed he says no boy get on, get on the bus. And at last I get up and miraculously climb back aboard. And when we get there, I spy a pizzeria, and this is important context, because I would have handled myself even better if I'd had dinner before the drink, but I hadn't eaten since breakfast, was in art museums all day, nothing to eat cafes so expensive, and empty belly and a dozen drinks I was woozy, and when we spot this joint I say, here it is, my opportunity, and I duck inside, and they say it'll be a few minutes for garlic knots and I go out and I say Edmund, I've already paid but it's just a few quid, let's just leave and he says no Spendo, we'll stay, let's get you some grub, and I feel such gratitude and I pop inside again to collect the meal, and I bring it out to Ed, it's a big portion so we can share, and the street corner's empty 😆 😆😆
 

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Luckily it ended up alright I was able to get back on the bus, and I'd sobered up a bit from food and puking, and I took it back down to Angels to my hostel, and within just half an hour, someone came out to smoke, and I was able to sneak in behind them into me bed
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
I gave you a review! Mr Energizer Bunny who is great at DJing. I told everyone, Ed, Sufi, the whole board what a great set you put on. You can't possibly want more praise!
Fair enough, that is a good start... but you haven't touched on my winning personality, boyish good looks...
 
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version

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I cant think of a writer with worse biographical anecdotes than Joyce. Its practically the sole reason why I didnt read him for so long
There's a good one about him dictating The Wake to Beckett and someone knocking in the door, him telling them to come in and Beckett writing it down, thinking it was part of the book then Joyce leaving it in because he liked it.

There are some funny ones about him and Yeats too,

One day, Joyce stopped Yeats in the street and introduced himself. Yeats had previously been warned about Joyce by George Russell, who wrote: "The first spectre of a new generation has appeared. His name is Joyce. I have suffered from him and I would like you to suffer."

Yeats invited Joyce to a smoking room off O'Connell Street, where he endured one of the greatest put-downs in literary history. Yeats records that Joyce "began to explain all his objections to everything I had ever done; politics, folklore, historical settings of events and so on. Above all, why had I written about ideas? These things were all the signs of the cooling of the iron, of the fading out of inspiration. . . his own little book of poetry owed nothing to anything but his own mind which was much nearer to God than folklore".
 

mvuent

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whereas Luka couldn't handle the heat he knew he was in deep trouble the way I was keeping up, he'd really screwed himself, shamefacedly turned toward home to pass out (not in front of the 'murican he thought to himself) and was so hungover the next day he skipped work on the Thames
:ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO:
 

woops

is not like other people
My hostel checkin was 9pm no staff afterward so when we started getting into the drink around 10 I said to myself, oh boy where will I be sleeping tonight, and when Luka left Ed kept saying every 15 minutes, as if a brand new thought had just occurred to him, "Hey Gus, would you like to crash at my flat" And I'd say Ed, that would be lovely, I'd appreciate that, and then 15 minutes later, it'd occur to him again, you can see what kind of state I was able to induce in this attempted hazing ritual of theirs, if they were gonna force me to take my medicine they were gonna take it themselves

So we take a bus all the way up to Stoke Newington & every stop I'm hopping off to puke in the street, at some point I can't do it anymore, the on and off, it was OK before but the car-sickness and the drink, too much, I say leave me Ed he says no boy get on, get on the bus. And at last I get up and miraculously climb back aboard. And when we get there, I spy a pizzeria, and this is important context, because I would have handled myself even better if I'd had dinner before the drink, but I hadn't eaten since breakfast, was in art museums all day, nothing to eat cafes so expensive, and empty belly and a dozen drinks I was woozy, and when we spot this joint I say, here it is, my opportunity, and I duck inside, and they say it'll be a few minutes for garlic knots and I go out and I say Edmund, I've already paid but it's just a few quid, let's just leave and he says no Spendo, we'll stay, let's get you some grub, and I feel such gratitude and I pop inside again to collect the meal, and I bring it out to Ed, it's a big portion so we can share, and the street corner's empty 😆 😆😆
drunk people have an excellent homing instinct
 
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An admiring painter stumbled upon me and @woops and @luka having beers at Kings Head Yard... sketched up a quick portrait for posterity. You can see how smashed Luka looks (right-hand side) whereas me n Ed are composed as can be.
 

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i was actually quite drunk, in a way, but i was also very stoned. and bascialy felt terrible. scarcely alive. just a kind of shiver.
 

luka

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ive not been ill no ive just been in a very strange state of irreality and disassociation. and sleeping at strange hours. weed is just really bad for me basically. unfortunately booze is really bad for me too and i was smoking weed becqasue i wasnt drinking. weird few weeks. at the start not even reading literally doing nothing. on the bed everyday smoke, zone out, pass out, wake up, smoke, zone out, pass out, wake up, smoke etc all seemed really pointless even at the time but its hard to stop becasue its the stopping that is uncomfortable and destabilising.
 
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