Valentines day, the most romantic day of the year. Well, for some. I spent my valentines at the office doing an infosession for an interested crowd of.... one person... Well, in fact two more blokes came by but not until I had packed up everything so I had to do the entire thing once more... great success!
After that things picked up a bit though. Frenty and I picked up burgers and beers and watched sky sports while getting drunk. Kiwi burgers from the gourmet burger place, class!
We went to Firehouse, a club, with Frenty's mates who were already impressingly drunk when we met them. We successfully drank all we could until late before stumbling home. I think I stumbled but I would not know really...
today I paid the full price for our bachelor valentines, these are todays activities;
Wake up
Realize that it will be a bad day
Sleep
Receive an SMS
Sleep
Read SMS
Sleep
Write half a reply
Rest
Finish the SMS
Sleep
Send SMS
Throw some shirts in the washer
Vomit
Sleep
Shiver a bit
Sleep.
Have breakfast at 16. Painful.
Shiver
Watch the FA cup
Resort to listening to the FA cup
Sleep
Get out of the bed at 20 to have dinner.
Go to the pub for a beer.
Phew, interesting Valentines this year.
Time to go shiver and shake in bed again, over and out.
P
söndag 15 februari 2009
söndag 8 februari 2009
Sunday roast
Well....
Made it to the gym Saturday for the first time. Took a warm shower, had a coffee and strolled home. Good start :-) Well needed as well since the heater at home broke down for the second time this week. What is the use of a heater if it can not handle cold days?
Starving I took the bus to Waterloo to meet up with a colleague and her friends for dinner. Waterloo is really majestic by the way. We had greek food by the waterfront and I must say that I never ate so well for a long period of time. Turkish, Italian, greek, Spanish, British and American food in one week. The diversity here is fantastic! We ordered champagne to the starters and i guess you can imagine how it went after that.
The conversation ranged from diets to shampoo bottle lids stuck in bottoms and the booze was, as always, near at hand. After some hours I got so hammered that I could not remember my pincodes to either of my three VISA cards and had to pay the beers I ordered with change from my pockets. As I complained about my banks (for some reason I blamed the pincode incident on them) the barman said - 'Hey, at least you have a bank, I used to be a banker'. I sat down quietly to drink.
Being incapable of withdrawing cash and with an afterparty that ended already at 04.30 I suddenly found myself stranded at Waterloo station with a one hour walk home. No way in hell would that happen. I spent a good hour and a half strolling around in the freezing cold before the first bus came along. Phew.
Shivering with random pains from yesterday I met up with Frenty at a pub to watch todays games. Having yesterdays nutritionist advice fresh in my mind I had a burger, a coke, a pint and a coffee. Diet for Champions.
Over and out,
P
Made it to the gym Saturday for the first time. Took a warm shower, had a coffee and strolled home. Good start :-) Well needed as well since the heater at home broke down for the second time this week. What is the use of a heater if it can not handle cold days?
Starving I took the bus to Waterloo to meet up with a colleague and her friends for dinner. Waterloo is really majestic by the way. We had greek food by the waterfront and I must say that I never ate so well for a long period of time. Turkish, Italian, greek, Spanish, British and American food in one week. The diversity here is fantastic! We ordered champagne to the starters and i guess you can imagine how it went after that.
The conversation ranged from diets to shampoo bottle lids stuck in bottoms and the booze was, as always, near at hand. After some hours I got so hammered that I could not remember my pincodes to either of my three VISA cards and had to pay the beers I ordered with change from my pockets. As I complained about my banks (for some reason I blamed the pincode incident on them) the barman said - 'Hey, at least you have a bank, I used to be a banker'. I sat down quietly to drink.
Being incapable of withdrawing cash and with an afterparty that ended already at 04.30 I suddenly found myself stranded at Waterloo station with a one hour walk home. No way in hell would that happen. I spent a good hour and a half strolling around in the freezing cold before the first bus came along. Phew.
Shivering with random pains from yesterday I met up with Frenty at a pub to watch todays games. Having yesterdays nutritionist advice fresh in my mind I had a burger, a coke, a pint and a coffee. Diet for Champions.
Over and out,
P
torsdag 5 februari 2009
Snow fucking what?
For three days now the only thing BBC morning shows talk about is snow. Slippery snow, heavy snow, beautiful snow, evil snow, good snow...phew. That Bank of England slashed interest rates to an all time high today got one minute in the morning show...
It is amazing how Europe's biggest city closed down totally after 10 cm of snow. Not to mention the rest of the country. No wonder the UK collects few medals in the FIS Ski world cup. No snow know-how what so ever.
Today I signed 250 letters for a mail sendout, an additional 750 await tomorrow. I will always defend artists who do not write back to their fans from now on.
Todays biggest surprise was a paella I got at Tesco. Looked like sheit before it went in the Micro. Looked fab and tasted great when it came out. So far the food here is far better than expected. There are so many cuisines represented that I do not have to touch British food which helps of course.
Service level varies here to say the least. You get everything from nice helpful people to real assholes. Buying loudspeakers for my laptop was a frustrating story. Like wandering around knee deep in a forest of incompetence.
And of course worth forgetting was last nights pityful game against the blues... Join the www.getlucasthefuckoutofliverpool.now fanpage...
The force is weak now so I will pull back to the mansion, Cheers!
P
It is amazing how Europe's biggest city closed down totally after 10 cm of snow. Not to mention the rest of the country. No wonder the UK collects few medals in the FIS Ski world cup. No snow know-how what so ever.
Today I signed 250 letters for a mail sendout, an additional 750 await tomorrow. I will always defend artists who do not write back to their fans from now on.
Todays biggest surprise was a paella I got at Tesco. Looked like sheit before it went in the Micro. Looked fab and tasted great when it came out. So far the food here is far better than expected. There are so many cuisines represented that I do not have to touch British food which helps of course.
Service level varies here to say the least. You get everything from nice helpful people to real assholes. Buying loudspeakers for my laptop was a frustrating story. Like wandering around knee deep in a forest of incompetence.
And of course worth forgetting was last nights pityful game against the blues... Join the www.getlucasthefuckoutofliverpool.now fanpage...
The force is weak now so I will pull back to the mansion, Cheers!
P
söndag 1 februari 2009
The Wedding featuring Booze Hounds
This day has been full of unlikely events; Managed to wake up on time, managed to eat breakfast, did not miss the bus back to civilization, did not vomit on the bus, made it to the airport on time without forgetting anything and landed in a snowstorm at Heathrow.
Not very impressed? Well, here is yesterday in brief for you;
Woke up on a mattress at an unchristly hour on my cousins floor next to a fellow booze hound flown in from Teheran, let's call him Masen. We made it to the bus station and suffered a two hour freezing cold trip to Lysekil, where the wedding was set to happen. Needless to say we were not thrilled with the location at that time. At least Masen did not vomit.
As we finally made it to the hotel we met up with the usual suspects: Bägisch, Lången and Kramgo. Due to poor planning skills Bägisch, Masen and myself were to share a single room. It was not big. At all. We had little time to get settled as we had to rush to a social activity arranged for the wedding participants to meet and greet. Cleverly none had informed us that the activity was singing in a group. Lången did not even manage to mime his parts right. After one hour of classy choir performance my hangover got so bad that I had to go hide from the crowd in the bathroom and rest for a while. Phew.
Back in our suite Bägisch farted so bad that he got goose bumps. We dressed in a hurry.
The wedding was great, both the groom and the bride said yes, and our friend the groom smiled like a colgate commercial. Except for the newlyweds there was good food and a free bar. The latter of course let to massive drinking and to rather disastrous attempts to dance with other guests. We closed the bar at an unknown hour and hobbled home. Apparently we fell over at some point and Masen hurt his hip like a senior citizen.
Back at the mansion Masen tried to put our leg hair on fire and we had to wrestle around with him for the lighter. Eventually he gave up, locked himself in the bathroom and fell asleep. Why he chose the bathroom is still a bit of a mystery to me.
Given this you should now be rather impressed by today's successful transit adventures. Fortunately Builders was open and I just finished a fish 'n chips. Jolly good.
Also on the good side the mighty Reds beat the blue sheit at Anfield today, wehee! Residing in Chelsea I have made no loud celebrating since I got home.
Over and out,
P
Not very impressed? Well, here is yesterday in brief for you;
Woke up on a mattress at an unchristly hour on my cousins floor next to a fellow booze hound flown in from Teheran, let's call him Masen. We made it to the bus station and suffered a two hour freezing cold trip to Lysekil, where the wedding was set to happen. Needless to say we were not thrilled with the location at that time. At least Masen did not vomit.
As we finally made it to the hotel we met up with the usual suspects: Bägisch, Lången and Kramgo. Due to poor planning skills Bägisch, Masen and myself were to share a single room. It was not big. At all. We had little time to get settled as we had to rush to a social activity arranged for the wedding participants to meet and greet. Cleverly none had informed us that the activity was singing in a group. Lången did not even manage to mime his parts right. After one hour of classy choir performance my hangover got so bad that I had to go hide from the crowd in the bathroom and rest for a while. Phew.
Back in our suite Bägisch farted so bad that he got goose bumps. We dressed in a hurry.
The wedding was great, both the groom and the bride said yes, and our friend the groom smiled like a colgate commercial. Except for the newlyweds there was good food and a free bar. The latter of course let to massive drinking and to rather disastrous attempts to dance with other guests. We closed the bar at an unknown hour and hobbled home. Apparently we fell over at some point and Masen hurt his hip like a senior citizen.
Back at the mansion Masen tried to put our leg hair on fire and we had to wrestle around with him for the lighter. Eventually he gave up, locked himself in the bathroom and fell asleep. Why he chose the bathroom is still a bit of a mystery to me.
Given this you should now be rather impressed by today's successful transit adventures. Fortunately Builders was open and I just finished a fish 'n chips. Jolly good.
Also on the good side the mighty Reds beat the blue sheit at Anfield today, wehee! Residing in Chelsea I have made no loud celebrating since I got home.
Over and out,
P
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