Step away from the vessel

Quite whose idea it was to drive to Timaru on Saturday night for a party is a mystery to me. I think I ought not to make decisions when I am holding drink in my hand (an am holding a few more inside me). "Step away from the vessel"
Not that it wasn't a good idea really. I just haven't been feeling Bristol recently. There is some kind of plague going around this island right now and I might just have caught a whiff of it (thanks to contagious Sian, our resident petri-dish). As a result I called it a night just as the night brought its friends to the party. It was good to get out of town even if only for a few hours – a break from the endless Annual Report that has been clutching at my legs like a sticky child, spreading chocolate over my shins with soggy fingers. 1 more day of it then I can be myself once more. And sleep. Yes, sleep would be nice…

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.

One more sleep

More snow and bitterly cold right to your soul, and not in a James Brown kinda way. But what do I care, I am off on holiday in one sleep. Only a 28 hour journey between me and summer. Looking forward to it as only I know how.

PS. Had what I think might just be "the worst haircut ever". Only time will tell if I have been misled. However when the chap cuts his hand with his scissors and bleeds into your hair "but that'll do" you begin to wonder if you have made the right choice. Anyone have a hat? I'll give it back in a month.

Flakes as big as cornflakes

Even more snow! Flakes as big as cornflakes smartening up the city made the walk to work even better. Batten down the hatches; they say it is going to get a whole lot more wintery later in the day. wicked

Weather bomb

The weather bomb arrived, just as they said it would, so plans for a free day riding at Mt Cheesman fell into the gutter. Instead I spent the weekend clearing out the studio (as our days are numbered there) and getting in trouble with the law. I ran a red light by mistake, I an still positive it was green… would you believe it – the car that could've caused me a whole heap more trouble was a police car, lights flashing. I feel so unbelivealby stupid, and lucky to be alive at the same time. I don't even want to enjoy the snow that is falling on the city this evening. Time to dig deep into those pockets again.

I'm with stupid. :o(

$400

Today I got off a $400 dollar parking ticket! Happy as a pig in shit.

Excuses

I know it has been a while between postings. It's a combination of being quite busy at work and trying to keep out of trouble. It is no secret that I will be in UK and Europe in a couple of weeks, and it is even less of a secret that whims like that these cost a wee bit more than a pint and a packet of pork scratchings. However, with plans to launch my own clothing label in the not to distant future (I've met with interested parties already) world domination cannot be too far away
:o)