Absinthe by Tom Fogarty

Tom Fog: Missing in Action

First blog post since January. I wish I could say that I’ve been incredibly busy, doing really interesting things; but in truth, I couldn’t be arsed to write anything.

So what have I been up to? In January and February I gave up drinking. Partly because I wanted to see if I could (it was actually much easier than I thought), but mainly because I was very skint and couldn’t afford it. As of yesterday I gave up smoking (which is no fun at all, I can tell you), so we’ll see how long that lasts. Again, my motivation for giving up is to save money.

I’ve been to a couple of gigs – Tom Arnold at The Groucho (a place that’s been on my To Do list for years) and Misfits (utter dog shit but still my favourite band of all time). I also went to see The Rubber Bandits (who were mental), and The Blackout. No idea why.

What else?

I’ve pretty much stopped using Twitter (had to go cold turkey for a month to get over that one), but I’ve  become addicted to Instagram and playing Candy Crush Saga on Facebook. I’m currently stuck on level 58 if anyone cares? I’ve also been fraped. A couple of weeks ago I went to Barcelona for a few days to clear my head. It rained non-stop for the entire 4 days that I was there, but I had lots of fun, stayed up all night – every night – and drank a lot of absinthe. Felt like death-warmed-up for a week afterwards.

My flat is haunted. Monday nights seem to be “Ghost Night” round at my place – the ghosts and ghouls and things that go bump in the night come out to play at around 3am. I used my ouija board and Satanic Bible to try and get them to fuck off, but I think I’ve just made it worse.

I’ve also been getting tattooed quite regularly – I have a full Japanese leg sleeve in progress by Calypso Saga (4 sessions, approx. 12 hours so far). I’ve also had some smaller gap fillers here and there. I’ll post some photos when it’s all done.

Lastly, I went out after work with some old work mates on Friday. I don’t really remember too much about what happened on the night – no idea getting home – but when I woke up the next morning I found I’d dislocated my shoulder. Had to have it popped back in at A&E and everything. Still, could have been worse I suppose. At least it wasn’t my wanking arm.


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