In which Greg completes a very average week. Goes to watch these arms are snakes, and becomes a vegetarian.

So not that much of note has happened this week. On Tuesday me and JP decided to look for a venue called the Biltmore Cabaret were I was going to watch These Arms Are Snakes 'tare the place a new one'. The venue should have been around a 20 minute walk away. We walked for an hour and a half and never found it, so we called of the search. On Wednesday me and JP met up with Rosie for what was meant to be a walk around Stanley park, we probably walked around one mile of the seven mile perimeter, but it was still a good night, and Rosie saw her first seal. And I achieved a higher level of consciousness from the 35 table spoons of sugar that was in the Mc flurry I bought, but didn't sleep to well that night because of it. On Friday me and Rosie were going to go see some live bands. But she got called into work to replace a poor lad suffering for severe sunburn. So me JP and Chloe went for a couple of drinks. I got slightly tipsy and started monologuing on the importance of money, no one agreed with me. On Saturday me JP Rosie and Chloe went for some grub at Tempetons, and then for a couple of drinks at the two parrots, had a chat, then headed home. Sunday was a really sunny day, so I went down to East Hastings beach, this was a bad idea. With all the boats leaving, sea planes landing, people walking dogs they couldn't control, it wasn't that much fun. In the evening I went and watched 'These Arms Are Snakes' play at the Biltimore club. It was an awesome venue, it looked like a lumber jacks working mans club. Deer heads on the wall, and mirrored pillars, twas well classy. These Arms are Snakes were pretty good, they put a lot of energy into there set, but they just don't sound as good as on there album. The lead singer is a really short camp bloke, with the gruffest Texan accent ever, watching him climb the side of the stage was pretty entertaining.

Quote! Time!

Me:- Hey, can I borrow your lighter?
Drummer of Medz:- Thanks!
Me:-.... errr have you got a lighter?
Drummer of Medz:- Ohh... yea sure.

Awkward! My accent through the poor guy, and he assumed I was saying he was really good. I new he was the drummer from the band, but everyone in the smoking area was from the bands, and he looked the least important.

Kid:- Hey, look, I've got a jelly fish on a stick.
Me:- Oh.... that's.... nice.

Kid:- Hey, do you like my jellyfish on a stick.
Random Hippy:- No! That is disgusting.

Wish I had been that honest to jellyfish-on-a-stick kid. But I was honestly worried he would fling it at me.

So this weeks discussion topic is my entry into the world of vegetarianism. Lets face it, its probably going to be a short visit. I'm still going to eat fish, as killing animals doesn't annoy me, after all, there full of tasty meat. But its the living conditions that cheap factory farming animals are kept in. I.e. the meat I can afford. If I new the animal had a moderately stress free life; got some sun, ate some food, got a bit of action, then even if its death was fairly horrific (who really dies peacefully), I wouldn't mind. Hence I'm still eating wild fish, as they probably had a relatively happy existence up to the point they were caught. Even if there are only about 7 fish left in the wild. Still. A mans got to eat.