Not The Best Of Weekends...

This weekend has been one of mixed emotions, to be honest. I went out on Friday night to have a bit of a boogie, as I felt I needed it after the week I'd had. Sadly, it didn't go as well as I thought it might. There weren't all that many people out that evening, which may have been down to the time of the month. Most people will get paid this coming Friday, but as usual for me, I'm not in tune with these arrangements as my employers still pay weekly, so every Friday is payday for me. Still, even allowing for that there were a lot less people than usual out on the town - and when I got to the 80s club, it was like the 90s club upstairs had taken over the place. Tracks from the likes of Five and Busted were being played, and I was (by about a decade) the oldest guy there! And there was something about the crowd that just didn't seem right - the atmosphere that was there last time I went to the place in mid-December just wasn't there.

Clearly, the local early-twentysomethings have a severe problem with a guy dancing around on his own in a club, going by the looks I was getting. But then, I've always done that, ever since I was in my early teens! I got fed up of asking girls to dance and them saying "no", so I thought "well, screw this - I'm here to enjoy myself, so I shall just dance by myself, and if anyone wants to join me, they know where to find me!" Admittedly by about 01.15 the 80s music was making a slow return, and people were loosening up a bit, but the damage had been done for me. If I hadn't had to go to work the following morning I would have given it a bit longer, but I was thinking "just go home Zaph, tonight's not meant to happen".

In hindsight though, going to bed and softly crying was probably an over-reaction. But then I've been feeling a little fragile about myself recently - and that really has to stop. There's no need for it. A look through my replies on Twitter and my email inbox should be enough to make me realize there's nothing wrong with me - I'm a bit different, that's for sure, but not weird. It's just a shame the people I'm in contact with in the "physical" world, at least around here, don't seem to share that opinion.

Saturday evening I hooked up with Groupie to watch the remake of "Friday the 13th" which we originally planned to see when we were in London - on Friday the 13th, no less. It was alright, I guess, though Groupie's comment was "that's not the Jason I remember - not as good as the original" and she should know, being a real fan of the hockey-masked slasher. Still, it was a nice evening and I took her back to mine for some proper coffee and cake afterwards. And I told her about an online friend of mine, who's going off on a camping trip on the next Friday the 13th - mind you, in these movies, there's always a "final girl" who survives, isn't there? So she should be fine...

And today? Another Sunday of sleep and more sleep - again, I had plans, mainly housework-based, but all I've done today is send a few messages to my netpals via Twitter and IM, watched QI via the BBC iPlayer, and tried to get my iPhone and iTunes talking again - to no avail, though I'm certainly not alone in having problems with this and there's some workarounds I can try to get things going again. The phone, SMS, and apps are all working fine - it's just the iPod side of things which is being problematic.

I'm gonna wind this entry up with a track which was played on the Friday night - and if this has no effect on me then you know something's not right. It's one of my favourite songs, believe it or not. Yeah, it's as cheesy as hell, but I can seriously identify with the lyrics - always have done...and usually when it's played at a club you'll find me dancing in the centre of the floor, lip-syncing along with them!! I did it when it spent a month at Number One eighteen years ago, and I still do it today....when I'm on form, that is...

CHESNEY HAWKES - THE ONE AND ONLY
(from the film soundtrack "Buddy's Song", 1991)