Nelson Confined / November 15 2007
So there we both were: I had a weekend off and just stayed in getting drunk as a skunk on cheap red wine; and Nelson Galaxy celebrated his birthday by locking himself in his flat for five days doing more or less the same thing.
Me, I’m an old recluse and I was tired and ready to explore Bolivia, so I had an excuse. Nelson on the other hand did not. Dashing young blade that he is, he should have been out in the West End or hitting the bars around Soho, but what did he do . . . he ‘went for a quiet drink in Covent Garden and then stayed in and watched television.’
‘You’re letting the side down,’ I told him on the phone this morning.
‘I wasn’t put on this earth just to entertain you with my adventures,’ he barked. ‘I have other interests, you know.’
‘Like locking yourself in a little flat in Stepney and watching TV for fives days?’
‘Sometimes that’s enough,’ he said.
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2 comments on “Nelson Confined”
Nelson Galaxy / November 15th, 2007 at 10:55 pm
I’m better now old chap. It got a bit touch and go there for a while. I could feel the madness seeping out of every drunken pore.
Napoleon Fantastic / November 24th, 2007 at 1:15 pm
Big TVs do that to a man.
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