Yeah, ok! So it has been nearly a month without a peep from me, you are all probably worried I fell into a cave or have been sticking knives in toasters again. Not the case! Perhaps it has been a slow month, nothing to write about? Nope! I’m just really bad at committing to things. Sorry!
I shall summarize what has been going on in my tiny little world and even tinier little brain:
London:
went the weekend before Easter. Met some more of Neil’s friends. Saw King Tut’s stuff , the young man was keen on canes! Met up with May-z. Experienced the apocalypse on the Circle Line. Watched people watch rugby. Stayed at the most interesting hotel in the city (2 rooms for the price of 1 is still a bargain, even if the second room is hidden inside the first, was designed for PORGs and MUST remain locked at all times!). Played pool at a mafia run bar, Neil was my coach and kept giving tips in the form of math exam questions:” A train leaves Glasgow at 5pm travelling at 35mph, at the same time a bus leaves……” surprisingly I was crap. Tried to go to a pub after 11.30 but apparently that is the time the whole of London (excluding McDonald’s) shuts down. Went to the tower of London and cringed at all the American accents.Easter:
Spent Easter in at Neil’s brother’s in Devon. Climbed some rocks, did some letter-boxing (that sounds like some sort of deviant sexual act doesn’t it? I assure you it is good clean fun) and marvelled at the sun/snow. No chocolate eggs were harmed this year.Boozing:
a couple of weekends ago I somehow managed to end up drunk in The Plough with Neil, Spex, Bob, Jackie (apparently she went home early on, but somehow I did not realise), Nick………and my BOSS! I remember talking a load of pants, walking him to pick up point and then flowering a Mini. The next day I had a hangover, I felt fine physically but emotionally…..well the prettiness of the flowers outside Neil’s house was offending me, so I lounged at home. That night we had a lovely meal at Bob and Jackie’s and discovered that Spex is a bit of a fussy eater.
Ah well, lunch hour is up. Must dash!
