Looking out the hotel room window in Athens, the Akropolis majestic on the horizon in the evening lights I cannot help looking at the TV.
Presenting the weather on Greek tv is a tall, busty blonde who speaks of the weather (I think so, it is all Greek to me) moving around in all sorts of erotic poses wearing a tiny police uniform. Akropolis had to wait, it has been around for hundreds of yers anyway and was for sure not going anywhere.
When already on the topic of odd tv shows I must mention a hilarious show I saw in Milan two weeks ago. Whilst randomly zapping around looking for something to watch I had to stop at the sight of two women in their underpants. Well so far nothing out of the ordinary for Italy.
Here goes; The screen was divided into two separate parts where each woman had her own space. They were constantly on the phone urging the audience to call and tell them where to touch themselves. The truly funny part was that men actually called, this is the main conversation;
Girl; CIAOOOO who am I speaking to?
Caller;...hmm...Nicola...
Girl; CIAOOOO Nicola, where do you want me to touch myself?!
Caller;...........
Girl; Nicooooooolaaaa?
Caller: uhm...uh... the ass, the ass
GIRL; Aaaaaah I am touching my ass, do you like it?
Caller; ..............
Girl; Darling?....I like iiiit
Caller; ...UH. (click)
Absolutely fantastic. Long live free television!
Just saw US president Obama land on Stansted with Airforce 1. Apparently they will fly him to town with a helicopter. I took the Stansted Express this morning and flew Aegean Air. I wonder if the president also slept like a pig during his flight and then had a Heineken and a smoke in the bar the first thing he did at his hotel?
Now off to dine some grilled fish and possibly look into the national reserve of ouzo, cheers!
P
tisdag 31 mars 2009
söndag 29 mars 2009
Gawd Bless Blighty
Ahhh approaching 30, one year to go. Lovely, the amount of alcohol summoned in this body over tha last 15 years is so vast that if I'd walk into a liquor shop they would sell me as a Chateau d'Drunk, aged for 29 years...
Well, back to the relevant and less relevant.
Landed in Rome after a very pleasant stay in Barcelona. Immediately got ripped off by a cab driver (how can I not have learned after so much time?) who took me for a 15 EUR ride to my hotel that was 2 minutes walking away... Gotta love the expense account in these situations :-)
New hotel, new cab to a new office to pick up my bloody boxes. Pffff. 1st evening in Rome was as romantic as can be. Dined alone on a plastic table watching drunk Welsh rugby fans in town for the Six Nations tournament sing 'delilah'.) Tears in my eyes.
Rome day two was, as is customary, spent working in some manner whilst drinking coffee and being in the sun as much as possible. Evening two (Friday) was way better spent in Testacchio at a class restaurant in good company. Testacchio is by the way the party area in Rome so of course we went to have a few beers at an odd club.
Well then, weekend in Rome. Sun, check. Food, check. Drunk Welsh, check. Random shopping crushing budget, check. Work, check...WTF? Yes, unfortunately Saturday included a fair. Not so bad at all had it not been for the fact that during the time I sweated smiling at people, Liverpool crushed Man U and I missed it. Tears in my eyes again.
Another fab dinner was however included Saturday night, I am now officially a risotto junkie.
Sunday in Rome was very much like Saturday, save work. Went to Olimpico to see Lazio being battered against Chievo. Learned some new ways to curse in Italian...
Following a rather successful meeting Monday and an even more successful dinner it wass addio Roma for a train to Florence. Figured I might dig up some random business there but ended up riding a bus around town and sitting in the sun for most of the day. Not so bad.
Late arrival to Milan to start the final chapter of the Eurotour. In short business went well, food was great, saw a woman piss herself in the metro, dined with old colleagues, and I was well happy to finally get on the plane back home. Bless old Blighty.
All wiped out the weekend I apparently missed one hell of a party Saturday night. Not good. This weekend my parents have been here to celebrate their degenerate offspring. More fine dining, the Lion King musical and watching Sweden play really well against Portugal yesterday concluded a nice weekend.
As a birthday present to myself I am booking a trip to Colombia to see my sister in May. Happy Birthday to me :-)
P
Well, back to the relevant and less relevant.
Landed in Rome after a very pleasant stay in Barcelona. Immediately got ripped off by a cab driver (how can I not have learned after so much time?) who took me for a 15 EUR ride to my hotel that was 2 minutes walking away... Gotta love the expense account in these situations :-)
New hotel, new cab to a new office to pick up my bloody boxes. Pffff. 1st evening in Rome was as romantic as can be. Dined alone on a plastic table watching drunk Welsh rugby fans in town for the Six Nations tournament sing 'delilah'.) Tears in my eyes.
Rome day two was, as is customary, spent working in some manner whilst drinking coffee and being in the sun as much as possible. Evening two (Friday) was way better spent in Testacchio at a class restaurant in good company. Testacchio is by the way the party area in Rome so of course we went to have a few beers at an odd club.
Well then, weekend in Rome. Sun, check. Food, check. Drunk Welsh, check. Random shopping crushing budget, check. Work, check...WTF? Yes, unfortunately Saturday included a fair. Not so bad at all had it not been for the fact that during the time I sweated smiling at people, Liverpool crushed Man U and I missed it. Tears in my eyes again.
Another fab dinner was however included Saturday night, I am now officially a risotto junkie.
Sunday in Rome was very much like Saturday, save work. Went to Olimpico to see Lazio being battered against Chievo. Learned some new ways to curse in Italian...
Following a rather successful meeting Monday and an even more successful dinner it wass addio Roma for a train to Florence. Figured I might dig up some random business there but ended up riding a bus around town and sitting in the sun for most of the day. Not so bad.
Late arrival to Milan to start the final chapter of the Eurotour. In short business went well, food was great, saw a woman piss herself in the metro, dined with old colleagues, and I was well happy to finally get on the plane back home. Bless old Blighty.
All wiped out the weekend I apparently missed one hell of a party Saturday night. Not good. This weekend my parents have been here to celebrate their degenerate offspring. More fine dining, the Lion King musical and watching Sweden play really well against Portugal yesterday concluded a nice weekend.
As a birthday present to myself I am booking a trip to Colombia to see my sister in May. Happy Birthday to me :-)
P
tisdag 17 mars 2009
European Tour
Sorry for the vast delay in updates!
Starting off in Paris I rushed to the office to pick up my seven boxes of brochures, drag them in a cab and then again drag them sad pieces of stone to the fair. After having no food since breakfast I committed a gastronomical harakiri at 7 pm. and had McDonalds. Shame on me. Following up with drinks with E until midnight to ensure a hangover the first day at work was a great start on the tour...
My hotel was more of a hostel really and I spent as much time as I could away from it. of course wireless Internet there was more of a joke so I spent a morning in a bar shooting emails. Friday and Saturday were well spent working at a fair with, in all honesty, quite many fair women!Champagne for lunched helped as well. I then successfully dumped 80% of my brochures at the fair. Very good start of the Saturday.
The evening went on to be a grand event. Local hero Mr Biis took me to a heavy metal bar where women in black leather served fantastic steaks. (yes, this place really exists) We had a 3 liter keg of Heineken to that and could not help laughing loudly at the couple next to us two drunks having a petite dinner with small glasses of wine :-) We then continued to another bar, and looking at the receipts, we also ate once more and took a taxi during the evening. Splendid night.
Paris, as beautiful at it can be, was a rainy adventure. Crap weather basically all week. Also entertainment wise it was an up and down week, all categories. I finished the gastronomic adventure with having the worst sweet and sour chicken ever, alone at a shitty diner. That felt really jet-set and glamour. Jet speed, sweat and no glamour to the toiles minutes later came as no surprise... I was quite happy to Salute Mr and Ms Biis and fly to Barcelona and the sun.
Well landed in Barcelona the sun was up and I decided to work from the mobile office for a couple of hours. That is, sending the occasional email from the Blackberry whilst enjoying a pint in the sun.
Now, I acually did work a bit as well. A succesful fair, a random visit to the Uni of Barcelona, info session etcetera bla bla bla. Who cares, not you for sure. What really mattered was that the mighty reds triumphed against Real Madrid with a total of 5-0. I sang YNWA with my new found scouser friend Andy, smiling from ear to ear wilst getting really hammered.
Next to us sat a bunch of lads who supported Manc wank. They actually had a fun song to sing back at us, referring to the scousers historic inability to get a job anywhere else in England. To the tunes of YNWA they sang; sign on, sign on, with hope in your heart - you'l l never work again! Pfffff..... In the bar was also a Greek guy who was convinced that Panathinaikos would win the CL. I am still a bit surprised that the verbal slaughter combined with laughter I gave him did not render me a beating..
This time the hotel actually was class. Had an old man carry my bloody boxes. Fab stay it was, in many ways. I wish I could have motivated a longer stay.
I have now embarked on my own Giro d'Italia, more about that soon.
Cheers!
P\
Starting off in Paris I rushed to the office to pick up my seven boxes of brochures, drag them in a cab and then again drag them sad pieces of stone to the fair. After having no food since breakfast I committed a gastronomical harakiri at 7 pm. and had McDonalds. Shame on me. Following up with drinks with E until midnight to ensure a hangover the first day at work was a great start on the tour...
My hotel was more of a hostel really and I spent as much time as I could away from it. of course wireless Internet there was more of a joke so I spent a morning in a bar shooting emails. Friday and Saturday were well spent working at a fair with, in all honesty, quite many fair women!Champagne for lunched helped as well. I then successfully dumped 80% of my brochures at the fair. Very good start of the Saturday.
The evening went on to be a grand event. Local hero Mr Biis took me to a heavy metal bar where women in black leather served fantastic steaks. (yes, this place really exists) We had a 3 liter keg of Heineken to that and could not help laughing loudly at the couple next to us two drunks having a petite dinner with small glasses of wine :-) We then continued to another bar, and looking at the receipts, we also ate once more and took a taxi during the evening. Splendid night.
Paris, as beautiful at it can be, was a rainy adventure. Crap weather basically all week. Also entertainment wise it was an up and down week, all categories. I finished the gastronomic adventure with having the worst sweet and sour chicken ever, alone at a shitty diner. That felt really jet-set and glamour. Jet speed, sweat and no glamour to the toiles minutes later came as no surprise... I was quite happy to Salute Mr and Ms Biis and fly to Barcelona and the sun.
Well landed in Barcelona the sun was up and I decided to work from the mobile office for a couple of hours. That is, sending the occasional email from the Blackberry whilst enjoying a pint in the sun.
Now, I acually did work a bit as well. A succesful fair, a random visit to the Uni of Barcelona, info session etcetera bla bla bla. Who cares, not you for sure. What really mattered was that the mighty reds triumphed against Real Madrid with a total of 5-0. I sang YNWA with my new found scouser friend Andy, smiling from ear to ear wilst getting really hammered.
Next to us sat a bunch of lads who supported Manc wank. They actually had a fun song to sing back at us, referring to the scousers historic inability to get a job anywhere else in England. To the tunes of YNWA they sang; sign on, sign on, with hope in your heart - you'l l never work again! Pfffff..... In the bar was also a Greek guy who was convinced that Panathinaikos would win the CL. I am still a bit surprised that the verbal slaughter combined with laughter I gave him did not render me a beating..
This time the hotel actually was class. Had an old man carry my bloody boxes. Fab stay it was, in many ways. I wish I could have motivated a longer stay.
I have now embarked on my own Giro d'Italia, more about that soon.
Cheers!
P\
söndag 1 mars 2009
Hangovers and Deadlines
Long time no blog, apologies for that. Chasing a deadline and being too hung over or plain lazy on the weekends :-)
Anyway, a quick recap of what I remember of the two last weeks;
Last weekend we had the first spring day since I moved to London, 15 degrees and sun. Amazingly I did not wake up with a hangover and Frenty managed to get me running along the Thames to start the day off. Panting and sweating like a fat German I returned home to recover after having to walk half the distance. Quite the athlete.
Fortunately, the rest of the day contained more pleasurable activities such as burgers, pints and football. Mr Bogos guided to the White Horse, Britains best pub in -06, and then we proceded to the Aragorn House to refuel. Pure class.
Magically, neither the Saturday included heavy drinking so I had a Sunday full of energy to spend which is, to say the least, rare. I spent it where I have spent far too much time lately, in the office. My first deadline is coming up tomorrow night and I actually have a shot at making it.
While on the job subject then; we are moving to the Headquarters in a few weeks, which for me means that my time to work will be reduced to 3 minutes door to door. Quite a lucky break :-)
This week then, a bit easier to remember. Football-wise very interesting; The mighty reds triumphs in Europe but shot themselves in the foot at home. And today Manc Wank won the Carling Cup...
Booze-wise this week has been pretty good given that CL was Wednesday so there was a bonus night out right there. Friday I was supposed to go to the gym. Then my colleague comes back from a one month trip to the middle east. Poor man did not have a drink for a month... Of course we went for a few...
The amount of beers drunk Friday did in no way reflect the hangover I got Saturday. Horrible. Worse was that I had to drag my sorry arse to work to do an interview. Walking in my terrible little bubble to the tube was bad enough, having to pass an idiot street musician playing the saxophone in the tube station was hell. No tip there.
Finally made it to work after a well needed coffee break at Nero's. Had to breathe at one of the assistants to make sure I did not reak of booze. Then did the interview smoking with the candidate outdoors, fortunately he was Russian. He signed :-)
When I finally made it out of the hangover it was time to gear up for the birthday party of my boss. Mr Bogos and I prepared well at the builders arms, took a pit stop at PJs (it is an 8 minute walk) and then arrive in good shape. Today I have understood that I have quite a few blanks from last night. Will try to keep a low profile Monday. Not likely to work at all but worth a shot.
Well, that is pretty much it. Thursday my European tour begins with almost a week in Paris, should be a good week and quite possibly a roaring Saturday in company of Mr Biis, a Finnish class drunk. Hope to be able to update you rather frequently on the month long trip's progress
Well, time to down the pint and log off, have a great week!
P
Anyway, a quick recap of what I remember of the two last weeks;
Last weekend we had the first spring day since I moved to London, 15 degrees and sun. Amazingly I did not wake up with a hangover and Frenty managed to get me running along the Thames to start the day off. Panting and sweating like a fat German I returned home to recover after having to walk half the distance. Quite the athlete.
Fortunately, the rest of the day contained more pleasurable activities such as burgers, pints and football. Mr Bogos guided to the White Horse, Britains best pub in -06, and then we proceded to the Aragorn House to refuel. Pure class.
Magically, neither the Saturday included heavy drinking so I had a Sunday full of energy to spend which is, to say the least, rare. I spent it where I have spent far too much time lately, in the office. My first deadline is coming up tomorrow night and I actually have a shot at making it.
While on the job subject then; we are moving to the Headquarters in a few weeks, which for me means that my time to work will be reduced to 3 minutes door to door. Quite a lucky break :-)
This week then, a bit easier to remember. Football-wise very interesting; The mighty reds triumphs in Europe but shot themselves in the foot at home. And today Manc Wank won the Carling Cup...
Booze-wise this week has been pretty good given that CL was Wednesday so there was a bonus night out right there. Friday I was supposed to go to the gym. Then my colleague comes back from a one month trip to the middle east. Poor man did not have a drink for a month... Of course we went for a few...
The amount of beers drunk Friday did in no way reflect the hangover I got Saturday. Horrible. Worse was that I had to drag my sorry arse to work to do an interview. Walking in my terrible little bubble to the tube was bad enough, having to pass an idiot street musician playing the saxophone in the tube station was hell. No tip there.
Finally made it to work after a well needed coffee break at Nero's. Had to breathe at one of the assistants to make sure I did not reak of booze. Then did the interview smoking with the candidate outdoors, fortunately he was Russian. He signed :-)
When I finally made it out of the hangover it was time to gear up for the birthday party of my boss. Mr Bogos and I prepared well at the builders arms, took a pit stop at PJs (it is an 8 minute walk) and then arrive in good shape. Today I have understood that I have quite a few blanks from last night. Will try to keep a low profile Monday. Not likely to work at all but worth a shot.
Well, that is pretty much it. Thursday my European tour begins with almost a week in Paris, should be a good week and quite possibly a roaring Saturday in company of Mr Biis, a Finnish class drunk. Hope to be able to update you rather frequently on the month long trip's progress
Well, time to down the pint and log off, have a great week!
P
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