Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Gin And Tonic
I've been back just over a week and it feels like forever. Not unexpected I'm sure but I do genuinely feel like I've had a month's holiday I just also feel like I've done more in the past week and a bit that it feels like another month has passed.
I've also drunk more in the last week and a half than I did in Australia which sadly explains why I've pretty much put back on the weight I lost whilst I was there. I'm still looking a little brown; a small consolation.
Spent last week being very calm about going back to work, some might say catatonic and I took a sickie yesterday due to a genuine lack of good health and a most unattractive sty on my eye. Rick's remedy of tea and parsley sadly didn't work, due I suspect to the rancid nature of the parsley. We found out today we have a new boss, this could be a bad thing or it could be a good thing, see how the cup is half full? Either way I am going to continue my indifference (internally) to the whole set-up whilst displaying enthusiasm and motivation to the rest of the team. Of course I can't help spewing from time to time 'you do realise I don't care' to anyone who tries to tell me some work related bollocks. Luckily they think I'm joking. But then I can get genuinely interested in situations and negotiations, especially those where I'm the 'fixer' rather than the 'cause'.
So anyway we did the Rocky Horror thing, phase one of aforementioned drunken-ness, shamefully it's a bit of a blur, a quite literal double feature. Tres good, what I can remember. Wrote off my Saturday but I managed to drag myself into town to catch up with Ros for a potter about Oxford Street and a late sandwich. A quick visit to the George & Dragon and I was done in. Sunday saw a last minute dash to the markets with Pam and then a trip to the cinema, The Last King of Scotland which I thought very good indeed. The working week passed by relatively quietly until the first Supper Club of 2007 convened and we naturally drank too much and ate very well at a couple of delightful establishments on Lamb's Conduit (the apostrophe is mine - rightly or wrongly - I can't be bothered checking) which subsequently wrote me off for Friday. Luckily a business lunch in the diary kept the hangover at bay and finished the week of very nicely.
Sadly a slight case of feeling a bit crap left me prone on Friday night but a restful night and the literal getting back on the bike to Dalston for a birthday lunch started Saturday well. In fact Saturday finished very well with an all dayer and a lovely visit to the George & Dragon for pints and a modern day knees-up.
Can you guess what happened next? Yes I was hungover on Sunday, however as ever roused self to get on bike and head to the local baths for a Turkish Bath. After
promising myself I'd go for about 18 months I wasn't going to let a little hangover get in the way. Well sadly I did a bit, heart palpitaions and faintness meant the sitting in saunas and steam rooms perhaps didn't take up quite as long as I'd thought. The swim however was grand, even if laps aren't my strong point and I missed 'floating on my boogie board' as a way of enjoying the water. We were disproportionately excited by the home-made sandwiches and cup of builders tea at an unheard of £2.00. For both! All in a very lovely afternoon.
I went home, still feeling less than perfect, where I had an unexpected (but obviously welcome) guest for dinner and watched a film. Driving Lessons, even I - who loves that kind of stuff - was distinctly underwhelmed.
Determined to keep the bike riding up, even if I'm not cycling to work, I rode into the West End to meet Clare last night where we saw a play called Love Song - which is so not about any kind of love song, but which is also conversely very good. All four leads were good but Kirsten Johnston and Cillian Murphy as the brother and sister, Joan and Beane, were particularly brilliant. I do really recommend it.
And that brings us to tonight, where I am having a bit of an admininstration tidy up, sorting out a few bills, chucking a few bits away and feeling generally rather alert. Which is a bore at 23.14. Do I pour another G&T? There is nothing on the tv, ooh but look Newsnight, which reminds me I saw Jeremy Paxman crossing Bishopsgate looking a little lost this morning. I also saw Jane Horrocks last night shopping down Monmouth St. It won't surprise you to know that at least the latter is of course, very small.
And I am rambling. Night.
I've also drunk more in the last week and a half than I did in Australia which sadly explains why I've pretty much put back on the weight I lost whilst I was there. I'm still looking a little brown; a small consolation.
Spent last week being very calm about going back to work, some might say catatonic and I took a sickie yesterday due to a genuine lack of good health and a most unattractive sty on my eye. Rick's remedy of tea and parsley sadly didn't work, due I suspect to the rancid nature of the parsley. We found out today we have a new boss, this could be a bad thing or it could be a good thing, see how the cup is half full? Either way I am going to continue my indifference (internally) to the whole set-up whilst displaying enthusiasm and motivation to the rest of the team. Of course I can't help spewing from time to time 'you do realise I don't care' to anyone who tries to tell me some work related bollocks. Luckily they think I'm joking. But then I can get genuinely interested in situations and negotiations, especially those where I'm the 'fixer' rather than the 'cause'.
So anyway we did the Rocky Horror thing, phase one of aforementioned drunken-ness, shamefully it's a bit of a blur, a quite literal double feature. Tres good, what I can remember. Wrote off my Saturday but I managed to drag myself into town to catch up with Ros for a potter about Oxford Street and a late sandwich. A quick visit to the George & Dragon and I was done in. Sunday saw a last minute dash to the markets with Pam and then a trip to the cinema, The Last King of Scotland which I thought very good indeed. The working week passed by relatively quietly until the first Supper Club of 2007 convened and we naturally drank too much and ate very well at a couple of delightful establishments on Lamb's Conduit (the apostrophe is mine - rightly or wrongly - I can't be bothered checking) which subsequently wrote me off for Friday. Luckily a business lunch in the diary kept the hangover at bay and finished the week of very nicely.
Sadly a slight case of feeling a bit crap left me prone on Friday night but a restful night and the literal getting back on the bike to Dalston for a birthday lunch started Saturday well. In fact Saturday finished very well with an all dayer and a lovely visit to the George & Dragon for pints and a modern day knees-up.
Can you guess what happened next? Yes I was hungover on Sunday, however as ever roused self to get on bike and head to the local baths for a Turkish Bath. After
promising myself I'd go for about 18 months I wasn't going to let a little hangover get in the way. Well sadly I did a bit, heart palpitaions and faintness meant the sitting in saunas and steam rooms perhaps didn't take up quite as long as I'd thought. The swim however was grand, even if laps aren't my strong point and I missed 'floating on my boogie board' as a way of enjoying the water. We were disproportionately excited by the home-made sandwiches and cup of builders tea at an unheard of £2.00. For both! All in a very lovely afternoon.
I went home, still feeling less than perfect, where I had an unexpected (but obviously welcome) guest for dinner and watched a film. Driving Lessons, even I - who loves that kind of stuff - was distinctly underwhelmed.
Determined to keep the bike riding up, even if I'm not cycling to work, I rode into the West End to meet Clare last night where we saw a play called Love Song - which is so not about any kind of love song, but which is also conversely very good. All four leads were good but Kirsten Johnston and Cillian Murphy as the brother and sister, Joan and Beane, were particularly brilliant. I do really recommend it.
And that brings us to tonight, where I am having a bit of an admininstration tidy up, sorting out a few bills, chucking a few bits away and feeling generally rather alert. Which is a bore at 23.14. Do I pour another G&T? There is nothing on the tv, ooh but look Newsnight, which reminds me I saw Jeremy Paxman crossing Bishopsgate looking a little lost this morning. I also saw Jane Horrocks last night shopping down Monmouth St. It won't surprise you to know that at least the latter is of course, very small.
And I am rambling. Night.
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