I woke up at noon and remembered it was Christmas Day. I think it’s been even more anti-climatic than last year. I spent Christmas Eve at Café De Moc. The party was OK and it was good to see a few faces. I wasn’t particularly in the mood for a party for one reason or another, but it was great to have a few drinks and take my mind of things.

After the party I went to Astra. Barry Ashworth from the Dub Pistols was DJing and I wanted to check it out because I had already taken unpaid leave for today. To put it lightly, Barry was really, really drunk. When I got there he was so drunk that he wasn’t even DJing, and when he did finally get on the decks he stopped the record dead, waited a few minutes, and then started it again. His mixing was awful, but it was pretty funny seeing him try and DJ. After massacring the end of his set he jumped on a speaker and started rapping, or something… it sounded like rapping anyway. He was completely off his face.

I saw a friend there at the end who had been there all night and he told me it had actually been a really good party. More one for the comedy than the DJ skills, but fun nonetheless. I guess you had to be there. You’d think that coming all the way to Bangkok, a DJ might make an effort to stay at least half sober.

I really have no idea what to do today. I didn’t make any plans to have Christmas dinner or anything, but I might go somewhere and read a book or something. I ought to e-mail my mum too.