Posts Tagged ‘Heathrow’

This is the life…

Well, from an early start…to total luxury ๐Ÿ™‚

I’m sitting here in the VIP lounge at Heathrow Airport waiting for my flight – yes, the VIP lounge ๐Ÿ™‚

Now this is how I should be travelling all the time…wouldn’t surprise me if someone came up and offered me a blowjob or something. Seeing as it’s so early, I’m not hitting the beer just yet – maybe I’ll have one or two later, the flight’s not until 11 so I have plenty of time.

In the meantime, I’ll just pig out on the food, drink the (really good) coffee, and try to look like I belong here ๐Ÿ˜‰

Thursdays – full of the promise of the weekend

I LOVE Thursdays ๐Ÿ™‚

Got my mum’s broadband connection up and running last night – complete with the whole “Install CD? manual? HA! I laugh at you!” then proceeded to plug all the cables in and use a browser (Firefox of course) to configure the router – job done.

Had to use those power adaptor wireless thingies (technical term) ‘cos her master phone socket is downstairs while the computer is upstairs – connection is good though. Now all I’ve got to do is add a TV card so my brother and me can wire the CCTV cameras into the computer and monitor/record remotely. Well, I do have to show mum how to use email and the browser to look up stuff which reminds me of when my dad was still alive and expressed an interest in computers. I set him up with a webcam and MSN and he chatted to some family a few times. It was only after he died my sister told me that she’d showed him my webpage at some point and he was very impressed – meant the world to me that he thought that. I miss him.

Got a lift arranged to get to Heathrow Saturday morning (7.30am flight – means we’ve got to be there at 5.30am…harsh), I also found out that Terminal 5 has 1 bar landside and LOADS airside ๐Ÿ™‚ and they all open at 5.30am so we’ll be good for breakfast (in a liquid stylee ๐Ÿ˜‰ )

Dennis’ GF asked me last night if I was all ready to go. My reply? “All I have to do is throw a few things in a bag…I’ll do it 5 minutes beforeI leave.” (I’ll probably end up doing it later tonight – I’m actually too organised to leave it until the last minute).

Weather for the weekend is pretty good – temperatures around 16-18 degrees (memo to self: take a jumper), so some sight-seeing is the order of the day weekend – the Duomo is a breathtaking sight apparently (Bruno has practically ordered me to go see it…I will), of course the San Siro will be awesome (shame there’s no game there this weekend), and Italian women – oh where to begin…I’ve always been attracted to brunettes over blondes, and the Italian accent is the most sexy I’ve EVER heard.

Hmm…found some (humorous) phrases:

Dove รจ l’oliva piรƒฦ’ร‚ยน vicina giardino? – Where is the closest Olive Garden?
Dove disfaccio di questo corpse del bellboy? Where do I dispose of this bellboy’s corpse?
Il vino รจ squisito, puรƒฦ’ร‚ยฒ io fondle i vostri genitals? The wine is delicious, may I fondle your genitals?
Diretto me alla tomba del Mussolini, dato che lui era un uomo grande Direct me to Mussolini’ grave, for he was a great man
Ho dormito con uno dei vostri locals, esso stings quando orino I slept with one of your locals, it stings when I pee
Nessun contatto, gradisco guardare. Sentite l’odore di come la madre. No touching, I like to watch. You smell like mother.


And now to do some work…

snee to the rescue!


Got a call from Harriett yesterday about her computer – apparently it was running ‘weird’ and could I take a look at it?

So I picked it up, updated a few bits and delivered it back last night. Decided to go for a quick pint before going home, so I left the car on Harriett’s drive while I wandered to the Tudor (it’s literally a stone’s throw from her house).

Just got my pint when my phone rang – Harriett.

“Where are you?” says she,

“In the bar having a beer.” was my reply.

“Oh…I’ve locked myself in Phoebe’s bedroom – can you come and let me out please?”

*Giggle, giggle, giggle* “Yes, of course I can – be there in a couple of minutes…” said I trying not to laugh TOO much.

And so the brave adventurer once again wandered up East Street and without a thought for his own safety (OK, I’m allowed a little artistic license) opened the bedroom door.

Oh, and took a picture ๐Ÿ™‚ :

And the damsel was grateful – which was nice, I couldn’t stop laughing ๐Ÿ™‚

Shame the picture is a little blurry – but you have to understand I had one instant to take it.

Off to Milan on Saturday morning – Harriett’s offered to drive us there but I’m not certain – she’s not too good at getting up early and this means a 4am start to get to Heathrow (it’ll be my first time inside Terminal 5 – seen it loads of times from the M25, but never been inside yet).

EDIT: Damn coffee machine is giving out half measures – could be a long day…

Friday AGAIN already?

It only seems like a week since the last one…

Had yet another run to Heathrow last night to pickup the boss – seems like I live there nowadays (OK, slight exaggeration, I’ve been there 3 times in 3 weeks).

Should be a good weekend – well, aren’t they all?

I’m definitely going to try to save some money – as I mentioned, I need to buy new stuff (especially a bed…shu’up bu’er) but the weekends tend to call to me: “Drink beer snee, drink MORE beer…”

Well, we’ll see…

A sterling performance from England against the Croats on Wednesday – OK, they were down to 10 men, but I still expected us to get turned over and instead we came away with a 1-4 win and top the qualifying group (admittedly it’s only early days, but a good away win has settled the nerves of the supporters at least – the team MUST be feeling good. It was quite funny actually, as my Setanta card hadn’t arrived and I couldn’t find a reliable stream on t’interweb for the game, I ended up watching it in the bar – Darren (Honiฤ) and Brian (honiฤ too) were there – both fissed as parts, arguing about Capello’s squad selection…RIGHT IN MY DAMN EAR. To say I was slightly miffed would be an under exaggeration – they both went quiet for a couple of seconds, cue me:

“Whoa! do you hear that?”
“What?” they both say, looking puzzled.
“The game – I can hear the game!” says I, all smiles.
“…” says them.

Brian had just been shouting saying about how Walcott should never have been picked, when what happens? Oh yes, he scores a cracker of a goal ๐Ÿ™‚

A moment’s pause, then he goes on to say how yes, it was a great goal, but he still shouldn’t have been picked.

So what happened in the second half? that’s right, he scores again – a carbon copy of the first. Heh – that ended the Walcott dispute.

When Jenas came on as a sub, of course I started the “Yid army!” chant – must to Brian’s disgust (he’s a Chelski fan and still can’t get over us beating them in the Carling Cup final last year)

“Jenas is a w*nker.” he stated.

And what happened next? oh yes, Jenas took the ball all the wayto the line, played a beautiful cross to Rooney, who promptly stuck it in the back of the net – 0-3 to us ๐Ÿ™‚

When Walcott zinged in his third (I think these were his first goals for England – definitely his first hat-trick). When he was substituted late in the game, he came off to loads of applause from the fans (I think most of the Croatian fans had left by then ๐Ÿ™‚ ). After the final whistle, on trots Walcott, looking left and right – he wanted his match ball.

For a Gooner, the boy done good…

Jenas, Walcott, Rooney, Heskey

Jenas, Walcott, Rooney, Heskey

And so England march on – next match is October 11th against Kazakhstan at Wembley…c’mon England!

Heh – bet y’all have missed the football posts eh?

Life, the universe and everything…

Well, maybe not everything – maybe not even ANYTHING, just a blog entry (and probably not even a good/funny one).

England scraped through against Andorra in the start of our World Cup campaign – winning 0-2 was a bad score against a team of part-timers, we should have annihilated them by at least 5 or 6 goals – this doesn’t bode well for the next game against Croatia.

Weekend was good – my first Friday night out in 3 weeks…and boy did I do it well ๐Ÿ™‚

Didn’t go out Saturday – originally I was due to pickup someone from Heathrow Sunday lunchtime, so I decided to have a quiet night in Saturday…this all changed late Saturday night though, got a text saying the flight arrives at Heathrow 7am Monday – cue me getting up at a ridiculous hour (4am) in order to get to Heathrow on time.

So I was totally knackered all day Monday – ended up in bed at 9.30pm after trying (and failing) to watch “You Don’t Mess With The Zohan” again – I seem to fall asleep at the same point in the film everytime.

I’ll try and find/think up something funny to add later…

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