Being quiet
It would appear our rock 'n' roll lifestyle (!) has slown down in recent weeks. TOH is beginning to train for the London Triathlon and spends a lot of time swimming, cycling, and gradually getting back into the old running malarky (even though his ankle is concrete proof that 'no good will come of it').
So, basically, we haven't been up to much.
Saturday night, Tidy made up for it by getting thoroughly pissed in a Soho bar for her 33rd birthday. She was so drenched in champagne cocktails that eventually she slid off her stool into a table and knocked over another group's drinks.
I picked her up off the floor and thought she was covered in broken glass but it turned out it was just splashes of candle wax.
The bouncer came up to us five minutes later and said in his menacing Russian accent that 'the drinks were worth £15. The lady will not be required to pay for the drinks, but the lady WILL be leaving the bar'.
Couldn't argue with that so, as the most sober person, I took her down to Bar Italia for coffee and singing along with crappy pop tunes!
Her flatmates eventually appeared to escort her and her huge shiner home.
But by this time it was the night bus for me! The tubes had stopped running and I couldn't get a black cab for love, nor money, and I refuse to get in johnny-cabs when I am on my own. Not a very happy bunny by this point! Walking home from the bus stop in rubbing shoes at 2am ain't much fun.
Sunday, I manned a GP stall in Stoke Newington, handing out info to the much-more-interested-than-they-were-in-Stratford general public with another GP guy until I got bored (after about three hours) and pissed off home again.
If you want to help save the planet, why not check out GP's climate change campaign. It really is happening now! Who knows if it can be halted?
So, basically, we haven't been up to much.
Saturday night, Tidy made up for it by getting thoroughly pissed in a Soho bar for her 33rd birthday. She was so drenched in champagne cocktails that eventually she slid off her stool into a table and knocked over another group's drinks.
I picked her up off the floor and thought she was covered in broken glass but it turned out it was just splashes of candle wax.
The bouncer came up to us five minutes later and said in his menacing Russian accent that 'the drinks were worth £15. The lady will not be required to pay for the drinks, but the lady WILL be leaving the bar'.
Couldn't argue with that so, as the most sober person, I took her down to Bar Italia for coffee and singing along with crappy pop tunes!
Her flatmates eventually appeared to escort her and her huge shiner home.
But by this time it was the night bus for me! The tubes had stopped running and I couldn't get a black cab for love, nor money, and I refuse to get in johnny-cabs when I am on my own. Not a very happy bunny by this point! Walking home from the bus stop in rubbing shoes at 2am ain't much fun.
Sunday, I manned a GP stall in Stoke Newington, handing out info to the much-more-interested-than-they-were-in-Stratford general public with another GP guy until I got bored (after about three hours) and pissed off home again.
If you want to help save the planet, why not check out GP's climate change campaign. It really is happening now! Who knows if it can be halted?
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