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Nice little trip down south

Posted in Drunkeness, weekends with tags on 23/07/2008 by bimbo78

I’ll have to be very quick at typing this as I’m stupidly busy.

I had a very nice weekend. I took a half day on Friday and caught the train to London. Bob meanwhile went up to Leeds to watch South Africa bat all day in the cricket at Headingly.

I got to Paddington about 3ish. Sarah was still at work so I intended going shopping. Well here was one particular place I wanted to go, it was a sort of pilgrimage for me. I wandered down Regents Street and on to Carnaby Street. I knew it was here somewhere and then I spotted it. The one and only Howies shop in the entire country. I went in and started smiling inanely to myself. I love Howies but they have only ever been an online shop until about a year ago when they decided a shop is what they wanted. They have Howied it up quite a lot. There is a sink in the shop and a load of empty bottles so you can fill up on tap water. There is also a timer light switch on the outside of the shop so you can switch it on at night if you want to have a look at their window display. I read they had some legal wranglings about this, as the council wanted the shop to be lit all night and Howies refused. Anyway, I was disappointed as there were hardly any size 10s left in the entire shop but I had succeeded in my pilgrimage. I bought a t-shirt then went and sat in a nice café and drank some coffee.

Howies

Sarah had been having a bit of a mare at work so couldn’t finish early so I headed over to Stratford to meet her and we caught the train to Romford where she lives. We had a chilled out evening drinking vino and watching TV. Lisa, (Sarah’s bird) had got a new job that involved working silly hours so she didn’t get back until after we had gone to bed. Her job before was a bit of a nightmare. She was a carer, which generally involved driving around Romford getting old people out of bed in the morning and putting them back to bed in the evening. She actually loved this and loved her old people but the company she worked for took the piss slightly. She didn’t get paid any petrol costs, she got paid less than minimum wage, she didn’t get any holiday allowance she just didn’t get paid if she took any time off. Anyway, one particular old lady Lisa looked after, her son told Lisa she should find a job where they appreciated her. The little old lady ended up passing on to the next world but her son, (Gary) got in contact recently and offered to find Lisa a job within his company. He is a sort of one man band wireless internet provider, so Lisa has been tearing around the country with him, learning to be a bit of a computer geek as well as getting up onto the rooves of buildings etc..It is completely different o anything she has ever done before but I wish her all the luck in the world.

Next day Sarah and I had planned to go into Romford and look at Wedding dresses. Lisa was going to work again after she had a bit of a lie in. We only found 1 wedding dress shop so went back home and had lunch out in the garden, yay, a little bit of sunshine. We decided it would have to be Oxford Street for dresses but we would go a bit later on so it wouldn’t be carnage. Sarah also didn’t want to go on the tube because she said it would be like going to work on a weekend. So we caught the train to Liverpool Street and got a bus to Oxford Circus. This was quite cool coz we got to go on a bit of a tourist trip. We went past St-Pauls, Trafalgar Square, The Courts of Justice and Piccadilly Circus. Then we fought our way down Oxford Street to Selfridges. They only sell Vera Wang Dresses and there were stupidly priced, I saw one for over 10k. Anybody that has enough money to spend that on a wedding dress and chooses to, should have the money taken off them for being so freaking stupid.

Anyway we wandered down Oxford Street, (or should that be fought our way) and into a couple more department stores. I think it was Debenhams that had the nice dresses in. I won’t say anymore than that on the subject.

Sarah and I then retired to Soho for a nice little drinky, it was about 7:30 by this point. We found a seat in between a hen party and a couple of blokes. One of the blokes was an irritating sod and after establishing that we weren’t waiting for anyone else sat listening to our conversation, even though we were talking about weddings the message didn’t get through. I then got accosted through a window by a drunken chap wanting a date. He could obviously tell form the back of my head it was true love. So we left and went somewhere nice and gay so we wouldn’t get hassled. GAY bar was already busy. We stopped for one drink downstairs in the dykey bar then spoke to Lisa on the phone. She was with Gary still and was going to come and pick us up and take us to Docklands for din dins. Sarah and I piled into the car and got a nice chauffeur driven tour of London again whilst Lisa and Gary argued like an old married couple about which way to go. Gary is a proper Londoner, Lisa is from South Africa and was driving in Central London for the first time. Gary kept telling Lisa the way she should have gone after she had already passed the turning. Well it amused me. We drove past the statue of my hydro head hero Sir Joseph Bazzlegette. I pointed him out to everyone but they weren’t very impressed.

We pulled up at the pub in Docklands overlooking the Thames. I can’t remember the name but it was by the Discovery ship that Scott took to the Antarctic or wherever it was he went. I think Gary was secretly quite happy about being in a pub with 3 young ladies, (his words not mine). Anyway, we had a nice dinner then another drinky and Lisa took us all home. On the way Gary discovered my love of old comedy when I started quoting the Goon Show at him. His mate rang who had been at the London Weekender and seen the Human League so we serenaded his mate for a bit with the one and only human league song we know, (obviously don’t you want me baby). We dropped Gary off at this house and then tootled over the Sarah and Lisa’s. Definitely time for bed.

Next day we lounged around in the garden for a bit then I caught the train home. It was a very nice weekend.

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