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Night time in Liverpool

Yesterday I drove up to Liverpool, taking about 4 hours. Not too bad, and it could have been a lot worse. Spent the evening doing Singstar on the PS2. Basically karaoke, but actually quite fun!

After a good night’s sleep, we got up, had bacon butties, played some Tiger Woods 2008 on the Wii, then went to watch the Marine game. Result, as they win 3-0, although the ref tried his best to disrupt the game with a few dodgy bookings. Drinks in the bar afterwards watching the England game, who strangely also win 3-0 against Estonia.

New people I met:

  • Sarah Davies (Phil’s missus – fairly quiet girl with a lovely personality)
  • friendly Tom (Funny and easy going, until the alcohol kicked in),
  • quiet Tom, Dave & Jane, Dave and Liz, Kate and Ste (Didn’t really speak to).

Also re-met:

  • Phil (The Birthday Boy, and general Scouse Git)
  • Bob Jones (Phil’s dad – likes and knows his history, a nice guy)
  • Trev (Hungover on this occasion, late for the match and needs a haircut ;o) )
  • Mark (Bruises from his fight with the pavement healing nicely – he’s a good lad)
  • Bong (Quiet member of the group, and likes to be thrashed at the Wii Tennis).

Saturday, we didn’t get to the KH unfortunately, but spent the night at Sarah’s (& Phil’s) instead. A good night, with games, more singing, lots of drinking, arguing, crying, stories, sports and some more drinking.

Tomorrow will be waking up, recovering and driving home. Back to work on Monday, with a badminton match in the evening.

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Evening Adventures

We headed out at about 7pm and walked into town, aiming for the restaurants / bars area of Basingstoke. A quick wander through and we chose to go to Spur. Only problem was they were queueing to get in, so we chose Dexter’s instead. Good meal, although the drinks were a little expensive.

After the food came the drink, so we went to Lloyd’s bar and propped up the corner of said bar for most of the night. Atmosphere was good, drinks were cold and cheaper, views of the clientèle were nice (!) and rugby and football were on the TV – result! We left about 2am and stumbled home where I couldn’t get the key in to the door. When we got in, I made tea, Dad fell asleep on the sofa, then I went upstairs to be ill in the bathroom. I don’t recall having moved the bin by the side of the bed, or indeed putting a plastic bag in it in case of future illness, but I’m obviously well-trained, even in the drunken state.

Next thing I know, it’s morning and the phone’s ringing. My head doesn’t hurt as much as it should, but my tummy is far from happy, and is still not right even now. I think I might even still be a little drunk, hence the poor writing of this post. *hic* I’m not at the “I’m never drinking again” stage, but I am thinking that I hate hangovers!

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Weekend Visitor

Gary and Ken

My Dad is coming down to stay for the weekend! Yay! I haven’t seen him for about 18 months or so I think, and I’m looking forward to it. We might even walk into town tonight and for food and drink; I certainly can’t ever remember just the two of us going for a night out.

Gary and his Dad

Gary and his Dad

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A creative spurt?

Chocs

No, I didn’t just write all those poems tonight; they were written between 1995 and 2006, although most were written around 2000/2001. It’s just that with the new blog, and with the old poetry pages being borked, I thought it would be just as easy to stick ‘em here instead.

It has mean however that I’ve had no dinner or done the jobs I was supposed to get done. I have also munched my way through the best part of a packet of Elizabeth Shaw Mint Crisp Chocolates (think round After 8 mints) that I found loitering in the cupboard.

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Where it all began

Gazza

Over the next few months, things will be changing. A lot. I’ve already handed in my notice at work, and my final working day is 2nd November 2007. After this, I fly to Malaysia for 8 months to join up with Katie, who is out there working for a year. The house back home will be rented out, the badminton team will soldier on without me, and my family probably won’t even know I’ve gone.