Meanwhile...
Sunday, 12 June 2005
I've been in London at @media having the worse jet lag experience ever known to man for 4 days. I geeked out in a huge way though and it was fun in a perverse way. I met lots of interweb people and shouted at them about JavaScript while attempting to steal as much free beer as possible.
Got to see everyone last night though and some of them came from bloody miles to see me which was excellent and very cool of them (Fenn and Rach - what became of you after the pub?). I also got the authentic London experience of seeing a mad person being thrown out of a shop very violently and then subsequently getting nearly beaten by some thuggy types.
England is truely a loverly place.
It was great to be have a bit of London action though, as soon as I stepped out of oxford circus tube I thought 'Goddamn, I've arrived somewhere and know where I am for a change'. That's not actually happened for 7 months. Drank some cider too and came to the terrible realisation that I don't like it much anymore. I tell you what, that's the world's fault that is. Bloody world. When we return proper I'm going to have to put some major work back in to recondition myself because it's just not on this lager drinking business.
I REALLY wanted a proper curry while I was back. I saw the fake white pillar of a curry house last night and ran to give it a big hug. Unfortunately the pillars were made of plastic and cracked. Oops.
Now I'm in the airport ready for another onslaught of shit films on the 10 hour flight back to meet my lovely wife and I'm really glad. Being without her after all this time being together all the time is like having an arm chopped off. It's been only 4 days and I really miss her. I am soppy.
See you soon Catherine! and save me a naked cyclist.
On June 13, 2005, Chunky Monkey Momma said:
This is what happened to Fenn and I after the pub:
After the mad man on pavement thing we speedily hailed a cab to Angel. This cost us £40!!! We will be invoicing Pat for this as it's clearly his fault for living in a silly out of the way practically Berkshire place. While cab riding I realised that I was exceptionally drunk (hey kids, don't drink Leffe by the pint. It's bad m'kay). We wandered to where Faster is and decided that as there was no queue it was clearly not cool enough for go into yet. So we went to a kebab shop (coz that's what you need before dancing your little socks off). I insistently badgered the kebab man for a certificate of authenticity to prove his falafel were the best in london. Fenn looked both pitying, slightly worries and amused at his slurring and staggering but at least not too aggressive girlf. We then ate said kebabs in a not too piss-filled doorway in Camden Passage. I insisted on picking up every last chip and bit of stringy onion salad we'd dropped on the floor so as to not despoil such a lovely area. After that dancing seemed like a bad idea so I heckled a minicab driver while Fenn looked embarrassed and we got driven back to Euston. Then we had to sit around for an hour with the mad and passed out people. I payed my 20p to use the real toilets and despite that I was disturbed mid-"rest" by a cleaner wanting to mop. She didn't seem to understand that there are times when the peace and quiet of a toilet cubicle is what a girl needs. Then we had to get the bus-replacement to Bletchley, which confused us by actually being parked on a platform like a magic train-bus. A handful of farty men were in this and it was driven by a man who clearly'd never driven a bus in the UK before. He asked one of the farty-men to navigate for him. This was a bad idea because he couldn't and we missed Watford station completely and had to spend 20 minutes driving round the one-way system trying to find it and when we did there was no one there. Oh yeah, and we reversed straight into a roadside and bent it in two and the driver didn't seem to notice. So, going via other random places we eventually got ot the Pink Punter in Bletchley which has lots of rainbows all over it and the carpark was entirely full! at 4am! This is obviously the place to go in Bletchley and I think we should check it out...although Fenn doesn't seem to want to. To cut a long story short, we got back to the village at 4.30 and I spend many hours after that chundering. Ah, what a successful evening. It was excellent to see you Mr Webb. Well done for making the effort to come out for some good old fashioned boozing.
On June 13, 2005, Crossland said:
Bloody hell, how did you fit that on a postcard?!
I agree Dan, was excellent to see you.
On June 13, 2005, Catherine said:
Ahhh, that makes me feel quite homesick. Looking forwards to some nights out where getting home takes longer than the actual night out . X
On June 13, 2005, Dan Webb said:
Rachel - I knew you two would end up doing something random. Was crap that the mad mad action prevented a proper good bye. Cheers for coming all that way to see me. Was very good.
Dr X - Your sofa bed is the best in the world ever. You should be given some kind of a award or Michelin star rating.
On June 14, 2005, Daz said:
STOP PRESS!!!
Dogs CAN Abseil!
http://jonathancarr.crosswinds.net/gallery/canyon/canyon2.html
On June 15, 2005, mattymcg said:
Awww, you really are a softie aintcha? Glad to hear @media went well, keep on giving it to them yanks.