1more year

A year older. Apparently. But I won't admit to being any wiser. I have just about recovered from what can only be described as a weekend of fantastic birthday celebrations. There was a Brighton Office Party (any one fond of The Office should've play along next time, which happens to be tomorrow night) on Friday which went on into the wee hours, with a random collection of musical instruments and singing. Followed by the piece de resistance on Saturday.

Everytime I have visited the very good (and new) bar that a good friend works in the night has skyrocketed, and this was no exception. Thanks to the buddies who turned up and looked after me. Yup. One day I will find out what was in that 'special birthday treat'.
From there we headed to see Fat Freddies Drop. How special can it get, having one of your favorite bands playing just for you. In your dreams I know, but it rocked. Despite loosing everyone in the croud, and later my jacket, and my new toys, I had a blast and stumbled home in the blinding sunlight at 7.

All that totally makes up for the massive amount of time I have spent working on the various things at work that I consider pennance for my time off this month. It should be over next week, and then I am sure I will have more adventures to report.

8 hours in Bang ok

Thirty-four hours of travel between London and Christchurch. What more can I say? My jet-lagged brain is only just beginning to put the details together. 8 hours in Bangkok (or as I like to call it Bang OK, more on than anoher time), in-flight menus of fishy dishes, in-flight movies featuring Al Barclay (O.H.)
Back in the office for the time being, but really I am in bed. To everyone who played a role in my holidays a big thank you.

embrace the cattle trucks of the sky

My summer holidays are now over. It has be an interesting one in more ways than usual.
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." Right?
Stand back Gotham City.
Jetlag, Switzerland, V, London, Shopping, Rugby, Netball, a proper pint.
I open my arms and embrace the cattle trucks of the sky; it's time to leave.

Witzerland

Despite another incidence of lost luggage and the anxiety that it brings with it I made it to witzerland. Now stage 1 of my trip is over. I have returned from the glorious Alps, full of meadows ringing with the melodious sounds of their bells, crystal clear glacial streams tumbling down the valleys. I'll have some photos to show soon no doubt. Stage 2 is to hang about here in London and see what happens. And if the sun continues to shine I am sure it will be just lovely thank you.