Not surprisingly my body was screaming for help after the bank holiday so I decided to try a week off the booze. It went quite well. I had to go to a vaccination centre to get some shots for my trip to Colombia and was banned from drinking for one day which helped. I managed a full five days before a stroll in Notting hill ended up in a New York style bar that served Bloody Marys. Then it was football and.. well you know.
I have now officially seen Hyde park and Notting Hill so some credits for touristing finally. As a thank you for being treated nicely for a few days my body got a bad cold and for a while I was worried it might get to my roaring at Anfield for the game against Arsenal. Fortunately I recovered :-)
Tuesday, match day. Had a good meeting in the morning that in retrospect was bloody useless. Went to the train station to enjoy Virgin trains VIP lounge before heading to pool. Soft drinks only so I was not 100% thrilled with Mr Branson. However, as soon as I got on the train and into 1st class the journey picked up. If you ever are in the UK go with Virgin. The train wagon looked like a hotel lounge and the staff kept coming by with food and drinks until I could not eat anymore. And yes, Branson redeemed himself, hard liquor was free.
Hence, I was in great shape as i arrived in Liverpool. A quick pint and then off to the Scouse Mansion with fab sisters Amy and Jane before we hit the bars again. Well toasted we entered legendary Anfield Road just in time for You'll Never Walk Alone. Goosebumps. Needless to say the game was fantastic. I think I got two heart attacks and was close to vomit in the second half as the game finished 4-4. Bloody Arse-shavin scored four... Tremendous experience nevertheless! Nando Torres got two for us so there were hysterical cheering as well :-) There was glory on the fields of Anfield road as 43000 fans sang beautifully.
Back in London summer has arrived and I hit my sales target yesterday. Bloody hard work so celebration was in order to the CL game. I chose my weapon for the night; Stella Artois. Also known as 'the Wifebeater' since you apparently get weird drunken instincts drinking it. No battering last night, however 'the Wifebeater' proved to have another side effect. Terrible hangovers. Unfortunately we had a big team meeting this morning so I had to sith through a 1,5 hour presentation with one eye closed, shivering. Swine flu has nothing on that Stella hangover. At the end of the meeting I had to go home and lay down for a while to recover. Thanks to the BlackBerry mobile office I even managed to get away with my long 'lunch break' I think :-)
Tonight another CL game, then a few last deep breaths before the invasion of booze hounds from Stockholm. Official liquor kick-off at 20.30 tomorrow, expected duration three days. I hope to survive to tell the hilarious stories that will become of this.
Down periscope...blubb blubb
P
onsdag 29 april 2009
måndag 13 april 2009
Bank Holiday
Where to begin really... This last weekend has been an orgy of boozing and I do not remember half of it.
Well, first things first. Tuesday I got a visitor from the north, let's call her S, who stayed for the weekend. It is important to me that my guests experience the British culture properly so I did my best already the first evening. Builders, Fish and chips, pints and Champions League football. S was not as thrilled as me to see Man U draw against Porto. Must be a cultural issue.
To be sure S got the concept of pubs and football I repeated the procedure the following evening at another pub. Terribly disappointing as Pool lost 1-3 to the blue sheit at home.
Thursday evening another cultural part of London was ticked off. We went to see Billy Elliot the musical. Never heard that many curses at such an event. Truly good show and a great evening in all.
So far I had been working during the days, leaving S to enjoy LDN on her own. Due to a, shall we say slight communication error, Friday and Saturday continued that way. Friday for me started off at scaringly amusing white trash Aussie bar 'the Slug' already at 14 with Frenty and the two worst burgers in LDN so far. Three hours later we were in good shape to meet up with visiting legend Johnny boy and his girlfriend A. at a restaurant. The rest of the evening has been reiterated to me but apparently we had great pizzas and a very good time at the restaurant before we moved on to 'The Elk' for the second weekend straight.
As I gracefully made my way home to the flat with a still undetermined way of transport, S was thrilled. I crashed in through the door, then watched an episode of 2 1/2 men before I fell of the chair and on to the floor. Charming.
As we had previously made reservations for brunch, I leaped out of bed at 10 to sing 'Fields of Anfield Road' in the shower. Brunch was, however, cancelled and the conversation halted a bit to say the least. So to plan B then; boozing.
Frenty and I walked for almost an hour, save a short Bloody Mary break, to find a pub that showed Pool-Blackburn. Very fortunately we found a killer place south of the river where we both had good food, pints and watched pool crush Blackburn 4-0. Then we met up with Johnny boy and A for a proper brunch.
Somewhere beween Builders and brunch place PJs I lost it again. Later stappled out from PJs having had a tough time eating a burger. Johnny boy and A went to see Billy Elliot that some local drunk had recommended them to see the night before. Frenty went on a date and I walked Mr Mirkko from work and his friend to a nearby bar.
Later we were joined by S who also fancied a drink. After a quick stop at a nice place we turned to the Slug since we all wore sneakers and, seriously, would not get accepted anywhere else. Again the music was classic backpacker hits and again we had a good time. Afterwards S and I went to an off licence store to get some Heineken and have an afterparty at my place. No 2 1/2 men episode this time and a better behaving host so all smiles at that party.
S left super early to catch her flight so I was left alone to shiver and shake my way through the early part of the day. Took a looong walk along the river to shape up. Well, actually it was not so long but with hardly no speed in the hills and a break to rest it took some time.
Almost fine I went to meet up with the usual suspects to say hi before they returned to Sweden. We thought the waitor was retarded until he reveiled that he had been out all night. Fair enough.
Then what should not happen, happened. Three bottles of wine went down at the Indian restaurant and it was not all that late. Yes, you guessed it. We went to the Slug. Again. Snakebites, dancing on tables and air guitars. Johnny boy looked a bit suspicious of our choice. Bless.
So far today the body is coping surprisingly well. I suspect that the effects of the weekend will sneek up on me tomorrow instead. Bastards.
That was it for this bank holiday. We live to booze another day.
Cheers,
P
Well, first things first. Tuesday I got a visitor from the north, let's call her S, who stayed for the weekend. It is important to me that my guests experience the British culture properly so I did my best already the first evening. Builders, Fish and chips, pints and Champions League football. S was not as thrilled as me to see Man U draw against Porto. Must be a cultural issue.
To be sure S got the concept of pubs and football I repeated the procedure the following evening at another pub. Terribly disappointing as Pool lost 1-3 to the blue sheit at home.
Thursday evening another cultural part of London was ticked off. We went to see Billy Elliot the musical. Never heard that many curses at such an event. Truly good show and a great evening in all.
So far I had been working during the days, leaving S to enjoy LDN on her own. Due to a, shall we say slight communication error, Friday and Saturday continued that way. Friday for me started off at scaringly amusing white trash Aussie bar 'the Slug' already at 14 with Frenty and the two worst burgers in LDN so far. Three hours later we were in good shape to meet up with visiting legend Johnny boy and his girlfriend A. at a restaurant. The rest of the evening has been reiterated to me but apparently we had great pizzas and a very good time at the restaurant before we moved on to 'The Elk' for the second weekend straight.
As I gracefully made my way home to the flat with a still undetermined way of transport, S was thrilled. I crashed in through the door, then watched an episode of 2 1/2 men before I fell of the chair and on to the floor. Charming.
As we had previously made reservations for brunch, I leaped out of bed at 10 to sing 'Fields of Anfield Road' in the shower. Brunch was, however, cancelled and the conversation halted a bit to say the least. So to plan B then; boozing.
Frenty and I walked for almost an hour, save a short Bloody Mary break, to find a pub that showed Pool-Blackburn. Very fortunately we found a killer place south of the river where we both had good food, pints and watched pool crush Blackburn 4-0. Then we met up with Johnny boy and A for a proper brunch.
Somewhere beween Builders and brunch place PJs I lost it again. Later stappled out from PJs having had a tough time eating a burger. Johnny boy and A went to see Billy Elliot that some local drunk had recommended them to see the night before. Frenty went on a date and I walked Mr Mirkko from work and his friend to a nearby bar.
Later we were joined by S who also fancied a drink. After a quick stop at a nice place we turned to the Slug since we all wore sneakers and, seriously, would not get accepted anywhere else. Again the music was classic backpacker hits and again we had a good time. Afterwards S and I went to an off licence store to get some Heineken and have an afterparty at my place. No 2 1/2 men episode this time and a better behaving host so all smiles at that party.
S left super early to catch her flight so I was left alone to shiver and shake my way through the early part of the day. Took a looong walk along the river to shape up. Well, actually it was not so long but with hardly no speed in the hills and a break to rest it took some time.
Almost fine I went to meet up with the usual suspects to say hi before they returned to Sweden. We thought the waitor was retarded until he reveiled that he had been out all night. Fair enough.
Then what should not happen, happened. Three bottles of wine went down at the Indian restaurant and it was not all that late. Yes, you guessed it. We went to the Slug. Again. Snakebites, dancing on tables and air guitars. Johnny boy looked a bit suspicious of our choice. Bless.
So far today the body is coping surprisingly well. I suspect that the effects of the weekend will sneek up on me tomorrow instead. Bastards.
That was it for this bank holiday. We live to booze another day.
Cheers,
P
söndag 5 april 2009
YNWA
Athens in short;
Apart from hot tv-show presenters Athens was split experience. My five star hotel was nice of course. The area surrounding it was not. In fact it was really rough. Hence, I went three nights straight across the street to the very local restaurant to dine. Apparently they are not so used to tipping since I was given free desserts the two last days after giving a few euros extra the first night. Not a very slimming effect on the belly this trip. At all.
As I had the Akropolis view from my room I had to go see it of course. The surrounding area, Plaka, was quite nice and the Akropolis was HUGE. Apart from that I was not particularly impressed with Athens. Especially since a sniper pidgeon managed to shit all over my on my way to the fair. The bastard managed to hit my suit, shirt AND my tie. Impressive really.
Very nice to return to London just after the G20 riots had ended and al the big dogs had left for home. My boss almost put Builders on fire after a napkin incident. Yours truly saved his fortress with a handy effort and a pint of Heineken. Always good to have a pint at hand!
Saturday Frenty and I went to Craven Cottage to see Pool play away against Fulham. Fantastic first half from Pool resulted in zero goals and a frustrated scouse crowd that gathered around the Carlsberg bar at half time. Second half was an even more frustrating 45 minutes. A grown man gave me a hug in desperate look for comfort. The title was slipping through our hands. At overtime Youssi B finally scored and the scouse crowd broke into hysteria! Now you're gonna believe us - WE'RE GONNA WIN THE LEAGUE! was chanted for easily 20 minutes after we won the game. Check the link; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eY2XomcXg6A
Yours truly not on this video, was further down towards the pitch celebrating :-) Absolutely fantastic, one of my top football experiences ever! My voice today sounds like a teenager struggeling with puberty once again :-)
The fine win was of course celebrated with boozing at the ELK in Fulham where Frenty and I made some new aquaintances. Unlike Pool we did not, however, manage to score on overtime. A for effort though.
The magnificent sport weekend continued today with Man U v Villa. To my regrets and Frenty's everlasting joy, United turned 1-2 into 3-2 and all of Merseyside must have been crying blood. Feck...
A close to perfect weekend, now time to log off and watch 'Match of the day'. Next week should be a nice one with Bank holidays and Easter coming which seems really promising.
Cheers,
P
Apart from hot tv-show presenters Athens was split experience. My five star hotel was nice of course. The area surrounding it was not. In fact it was really rough. Hence, I went three nights straight across the street to the very local restaurant to dine. Apparently they are not so used to tipping since I was given free desserts the two last days after giving a few euros extra the first night. Not a very slimming effect on the belly this trip. At all.
As I had the Akropolis view from my room I had to go see it of course. The surrounding area, Plaka, was quite nice and the Akropolis was HUGE. Apart from that I was not particularly impressed with Athens. Especially since a sniper pidgeon managed to shit all over my on my way to the fair. The bastard managed to hit my suit, shirt AND my tie. Impressive really.
Very nice to return to London just after the G20 riots had ended and al the big dogs had left for home. My boss almost put Builders on fire after a napkin incident. Yours truly saved his fortress with a handy effort and a pint of Heineken. Always good to have a pint at hand!
Saturday Frenty and I went to Craven Cottage to see Pool play away against Fulham. Fantastic first half from Pool resulted in zero goals and a frustrated scouse crowd that gathered around the Carlsberg bar at half time. Second half was an even more frustrating 45 minutes. A grown man gave me a hug in desperate look for comfort. The title was slipping through our hands. At overtime Youssi B finally scored and the scouse crowd broke into hysteria! Now you're gonna believe us - WE'RE GONNA WIN THE LEAGUE! was chanted for easily 20 minutes after we won the game. Check the link; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eY2XomcXg6A
Yours truly not on this video, was further down towards the pitch celebrating :-) Absolutely fantastic, one of my top football experiences ever! My voice today sounds like a teenager struggeling with puberty once again :-)
The fine win was of course celebrated with boozing at the ELK in Fulham where Frenty and I made some new aquaintances. Unlike Pool we did not, however, manage to score on overtime. A for effort though.
The magnificent sport weekend continued today with Man U v Villa. To my regrets and Frenty's everlasting joy, United turned 1-2 into 3-2 and all of Merseyside must have been crying blood. Feck...
A close to perfect weekend, now time to log off and watch 'Match of the day'. Next week should be a nice one with Bank holidays and Easter coming which seems really promising.
Cheers,
P
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