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Mmm indeed!

Just back from 2 days in Spain load testing the deicing rigs in Girona and Reus, weather was beautiful and the beer was cold! πŸ™‚

Yay! and some added Woo! too…

Got home tonight and Gif (the bestest cat in the world – FACT!) wanted food, so I fed him (anything for the easy life).

So, while putting his bowl down, what did I spy? (no, this isn’t some kinda flashback to the 70s for us Brits)

Give up?


A full case of beer I’d forgotten about! πŸ˜€

This can only be made better by winning the lotto tonight and fulfilling my dream of {censored} {censored} with a {censored} πŸ™‚

Well, we can dream huh? πŸ˜‰

Ever notice how weekends just turn into a drunken blur?

No? oh, it’s just me then…

Excellent weekend though – my usual thing of a quick beer Friday lunchtime, pop into town to take care of bills, then do a bit of shopping, back home, housework, bath and ready for the night didn’t happen, some mates were in the pub so I had the brainwave of parking on Harriett’s drive and picking the car up the next day…


And so, I got very, very drunk Friday πŸ™‚ apparently I turned up at Harriett’s about 7pm, staggering around mumbling to myself. She said “I just sent you a text” so cue me scrolling through messages, blearily trying to read them, then with a “Oh yeah.” I wandered off back to the pub where I met some more mates and was convinced to go with them to sort out a computer (and I was seriously wasted…).

Woke up in my own bed Saturday morning full of the joys of spring and immediately set to sorting out the 3 laptops that had been waiting for my touch – got all 3 sorted πŸ™‚ productive morning…

Then I wandered back to the pub and proceeded to get to the recommended 35% blood/alcohol mix. The rest of the afternoon/evening became a blur (mucho beer and a pill).

Sunday morning was grim – woke up at 7.30am, drank lots of water, wandered about for 10 minutes, then put myself back to bed (the comedown on the purple pills is horrible) for another few hours.

2pm I presented myself back at the pub and found out much of what I’d been up to the night before, totally stoned with a huge grin on my face talking bollocks to everyone (normal night then).

Of course, after a couple of beers I was back to being pissed so went to a mate’s flat to watch a DVD. This turned into a bit of a party – lots of beer, some weed and people just having a good time.

I woke at 6.15am, wandered to pick my car up form Harriett’s, got back to mine about 6.30 and managed to get a bit of sleep before heading into work.

Did get an invite to dinner last night though – lovely roast lamb πŸ™‚ then was home tucked up in bed by 8pm.

The best thing about this weekend though, is I still have Β£115 in my wallet – bonus!

(Not) A lazy Saturday…

Have I been busy today or what?

Housework, housework, housework, beer, watch some TV, housework – that’s me today πŸ™‚

The house actually looks (quite) tidy for once…still got to sweep and mop the kitchen floor AND clear up my room, but on the whole I’m happy with my efforts today.

Got beer in the fridge ready for the Spurs v Man. Utd. game later – job’s a good ‘un!

Can’t stop eating today though – this is usually a sign that my sister is pregnant, but I think I’m just being a glutton to be honest.

Oh, and I broke 65000 hits yeasterday πŸ™‚

The V weekend (edited version)

Thursday night: We finally got going at 7pm, chugged along the A14, M6 (stopping at services ‘cos Tricia was bursting for a pee, and drinking Stella does not help this. Nor apparently, does me talking about gentle mountain streams, but I digress…)

Found ourselves outside the Bradford Arms about 2 miles from Weston Park along with a convoy of other campers etc. The nice pub people didn’t mind us all camping in their carpark for the night (although looking at the mess left in the morning*, they probably do now). After the pub stopped serving and kicked everyone outside, the party started in earnest – there was music coming from everywhere, drunken people wandering from van to van, chatting, smoking, drinking – you get the picture.

I settled down with a couple of joints and the obligatory Stella and was chatting to this guy Chad. He’s in a band – Green Vigo – and entertained Glynn and me (Harriett at this time was drunk and being a little um, obnoxious to him). Still, he gave me half an E (which was very good), sang for a bit, then I crashed out about 3 and he wandered off.

I woke really early – and seeing as the 4 of us were cramped up in the camper, I got out with a can of Stella, and watched the monstrous queue for the festival crawl by our campsite, managed to blag some coffee from the van next door (conicidentally, when we got to our pitch at V, this van was next door to us), had an early morning joint, and mooched about waiting for the lightweights to wake up.

Friday: Got into the festival about 10, went straight to the ticket exchange (scary moment when you’re not QUITE sure if you have a genuine ticket…), all got our wristbands and back to the pitch to setup tents etc.

Took me about 3 minutes to put up my tent, throw everything inside and sit with a beer watching Glynn put his tent up. This entertainment took about half an hour at which point the other 3 decided, as I’d woken them up so early, they were going back to sleep.


I went for a wander πŸ™‚

As it was so hot πŸ™‚ I took my shirt off and was happily meandering along, checking out prices for food, where the bars were – all the important stuff, when I heard some scousers (people from Liverpool) talking loudly behind me:

“He’s got a cock on his arm!” (my Spurs tattoo – we beat Liverpool the previous week). Some banter went back and forth between us, I passed one of them (Mike) my joint, he gave me a swig of his cider, and we became friends. Discussing the lack of E that we had, but lots of weed, Mike suggested we do a trade – he had pills, but little weed.

And so we retired to their campsite. Now V has numerous campsites – there’s one for campervans only which I had a wristband for, and then there’s about 5 or 6 others for just tents. My wristband wouldn’t get me into the camp. Bugger.

So I jumped the fence (several times over the course of the weekend), smoked a few joints, had some more beer, and Mike gave me an E πŸ™‚

~~~ wavy lines showing some time passing ~~~

I get back to our little pitch, everyone is up and wondering where I’ve been. Now, bearing in mind I was high as a kite on E, big ol’ grin on my face, this was a silly question I think.

And so, we wander off to the arena, where I point out the key things I’d noted – cheapest food etc. location of the stages/tents and all that good stuff.

Lovely afternoon just acclimatising to the festival before it all kicked off the next day πŸ™‚

So, in the evening, we had a few more beers, discussed who we wanted to see, who we definitely DIDN’T want to see (I hate Snow Patrol), then the lightweights decided to crash out.

So I wandered off (can you see a pattern emerging here?)

I jumped the double fence into the blue campsite and went to see Mike and his crew who were still partying hard. Spent most of the night with them, having a really good time, managed to actually pull Emma, a 23 year old from Birmingham (lovely body, but horrible accent) and went back to her tent for some *ahem* adult fun (we got caught by one of her friends in the act, but she wasn’t up for a 3some – hey, I was out of my head, these things have to be asked).

Staggered back to my tent about 4 and promptly crashed out.

Saturday: I was up bright and early and as I hadn’t found the showers, I took my towel and washing gear to the cold water standpipe where I had a good all over scrub – made me feel top of the world.

Got back to our pitch and Tricia was up so I had a coffee with her. She remarked that I’d had about 4 hours sleep since we left and how did I manage to be so fucking cheerful in the morning?

Next, Harriett crawled out of her tent full of the joys of spring grumpy as fuck ‘cos she hadn’t got laid. Her mood improved** when I piped up with a cheery smile “I have!”

The rest of the day was spent in the arena listening to various bands – they all walked so slowly, I got separated from them in the crowd*** and just did my own thing.

Now, I’d taken a few drinks into the arena with me – some cans, half a litre of vodka and coke, and another half litre of a combination of vodka, firewater and fruit flavoured water (tasted lovely to sip on). While I was watching Oasis, sipping on this concoction, this tiny woman next to me asked if she could have some of my water, so I passed her the bottle which she had a big swig of…then spent 2 minutes trying to take a breath. Oh, how I giggled. Then felt sorry for her as she was so tiny, so I put her up on my shoulders.

Got back to my tent about 1 and almost straight away Mike called me asking if I was coming over to there place. So off I went…

No idea what time I got back this time, but I did wake up in my tent, so it’s all good.

Sunday: Now this was the biggest day – so many bands clashed on different stages, I knew I didn’t stand a chance of seeing them all if I stuck with the others, so I managed to lose them when we got back in the arena – that was when Pendulum came on actually – my back started really aching, so I headed out of the crowd and sat under a tree, off my head on legal E (2 x Diablo pills – very nice and no come-down), had a bit of a rest then did my thing buzzing between stages watching all the bands I liked, finishing with The Killers who played a blinding set.

Grabbed a burger on my way out ofΒ  the arena and headed for my tent (needed some weed as I’d run out). Sat in the tent rolling a couple of joints (the others had already got back and gone to sleep – lightweights) and got a call from Mike:

“Where are you?”
“I’m in my tent building a joint.”
“Oh, it’s just that Emma has been round all day asking where you are…”

Arse. So that killed my party place πŸ™ I wandered through the campervan site, found a few people partying and chatted with them until I decided to crash.

Monday: Up really early again, got all my gear packed, wandered down to top up the charge on my phone, grab a coffee and grin at the ‘lost souls’ (well, after a weekend partying, everyone looks like that), then got back to the van where Tricia was up making coffee (yay!)

After Harriett and Glynn woke up, we had the entertainment of watching Glynn pack away his tent, got everything else sorted and left.

And that’s about the weekend – we stopped at a truck stop for breakfast and got home about noon (I headed straight for the pub).

* I never dump rubbish
** She got grumpier
*** Took off at about mach2 through the crowd leaving them in a cloud of dust

This post does not condone the use of drugs – legal or otherwise. In other words kids, JUST SAY NO! (that way there’s more for me…)

EDIT: Oh yeah, forgot to add this: BU’ER – GET A DAMN WORDPRESS BLOG!

I'm back from V

No major injuries too πŸ™‚ (well, my back is killing me ‘cos I actually DANCED MY FUCKING ARSE OFF!).

I’m desperately in need of a bath (had a poo* when we stopped at some services – pity the next one in after me…I’d saved that all weekend πŸ™‚ )

Top act I saw of the weekend? Pendulum without a doubt (although it was this point my back went), Killers were awesome as ever, Oasis had a great set Saturday too – I reckon I managed to see about 35 bands, drank a metric shitload of alcohol, slept very little…and had such a good time πŸ™‚

More to follow – and picture/video uploads…

*I swear I felt half a stone lighter afterwards

EDIT: Just saw the highlights from the West Ham v Spurs game (1-2) – Defoe is on fire for Spurs right now πŸ™‚


2nd EDIT: My back is fucked up, my stomach muscles are fubared, I’m drunk (probably still…), and I’m cooking πŸ™‚ woo!

A great weekend…

Kathy came down Friday (her birthday), so it saved me doing the 1.5 hour drive each way…

And so – took her for a meal Friday night – was very nice :). I even took her shopping in Cambridge on Saturday, AND Inever complained once (heh – earnt myself mucho brownie points there let me tell you…)

Another meal and a few drinks Saturday night, and onto Sunday…

Decided to goto the Royal Oak in Hail Weston for dinner – as Ewa (my lodger) was around, I asked if she wanted to come too. So off we all went.

Lovely meal (as always), couple of beers sat out in the garden – excellent way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

Within an hour of getting back home, I got a text from Harriett – she used to live in Hail Weston, and her mum still does. Anyhoo, her mum had popped round to Harriett’s to tell her that I’d been seen in the pub with TWO women…and neither of them were Harriett! Shock! Horror! other exclamationed (is that a real word?) remarks!

And now it’s Monday…but at least I’m in work…

Off to Sweden tomorrow with a night stopover there too – the U21 Championship final (England v Germany) is tonight though – bollocks.

A hectic week

So, Monday I was up in East Midlands Airport, back to the office about 3.30 – relatively easy day (if you disregard lugging the test rig on and off jacks).

Yesterday, or yes…up at 5 to get to Stansted for my flight to Spain (Girona). Was about 11 local time when I FINALLY got my security pass and could go do the work. I must admit though, it was lovely being on the apron in glorious sunshine, so I took my time and had a good play was very thorough in testing and inspecting the rig – similar to this one (but a lot bigger):

I had 8 hours to kill before my flight home, so I took a bus into Girona. The amusing thing is – yesterday I didn’t bother changing money here for Euros as I figured I could do that over in Spain. How wrong was I? no money change facilities at Girona airport. “No problem…” thought I, “I’ll go into a bank in Girona.”

Bloody banks (and seemingly everything else) closes at 2.30…FOR THE AFTERNOON!

So I found a bar, got myself a beer and worked out a budget/plan for the 28 Euros I had. Basically the plan consisted of buying beer from Lidls, wander to a nice sunny park, strip off (not totally – behave), and soak up some sun while getting a very pleasant buzz and people watching – worked out fine, I had enough cash left for a beer back at the airport, and STILL had 2 Euros left πŸ™‚

Oh, please note: Girona airport is a gateway to the Costa Brava, and as such, gets full of the type of Brits I tend to avoid (can you say ‘chavs’?). All of them with overly loud voices, crap kids names (I’m sure I heard one snotty nosed, earring wearing brat called ‘Chlamydia’, but I may have misheard his name…), sprawling all over the seating area thus ensuring nobody else could get near the seats (I just shoved bags onto the floor and sat in comfort amid glares from mama and papa chav et chavettes).

Honestly, I felt ashamed to be British and was actually planning on answering in French if anyone asked me anything (no-one did – must have had my ‘fuck off’ face on I guess). Playing ‘spot the Brit’ was easy though – they were all lobster red, and had shiny white trainers on.

Today I’m in the office all day – lots to do so it’ll seem a short day (although for some reason I keep thinking it’s Thursday…).

And then tomorrow…

Got to be up about 3 to get to Stansted (again) for an early flight to Reus (Spain – again) to test/inspect another rig. I’ll arrive about 9.30 and hopefully be all done by lunchtime (takes forever to get through security). Thing is though, there’s only a flight from Reus to Stansted in the morning, so I’ve got an overnight stay here.

Now, Reus is the airport I flew into on my holiday last year, so I know it’s only 10 minutes away from Salou, so I plan to get to my hotel, shower, get changed and head there for several (gallons) of beer and soak up some sun πŸ™‚

Then Friday, it’ll be back to the airport for my flight at 10, getting back to Stansted about 12, home about 1. Then spend a couple of hours sorting bills etc., have a chat with Dennis who’ll be down, then off down to Kathy’s for the weekend πŸ™‚

It’s a hard life…

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