Proud to be Scouse

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

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