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30 Jun 2008 13:01:20 GMT |
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I was enjoying a nap on the bus this morning when some broad came up to me and whispered huskily in my ear "excuse me, your zipper - it is undone".
I thought this was some kind of coded message and i mumbled back "Roger one-three-oh, the horse has entered the water". Then by the time the bus had crested Waterloo bridge, i awoke realising what she had said. I checked my jeans and the fly was indeed undone. I hastily zipped myself up and then realised that i had slept with my satchel on my lap, so how the hell could she have seen my "open cage"? The mind boggles.
The weekend was good though. I went to our corporate Summer Party, dressed in a white suit that i hastily procured from a palsied Italian tailor down Bond Street. He did some alterations to the off-the-peg trousers, pausing only to flick the steel-rimmed glasses onto his nose from his bald, liverspotted pate. He also hummed gently with a mouth full of needles, a sure-fire sign of a good tailor. End result - i looked tasty and avoided anyone drinking cranberry juice.
"Paul's" barbecue in my back garden went pretty well, even if Pablo's hazy invitation did result in people trickling in and out like it was some kind of food brothel. To be fair, there was ominous signs from the start when Paul and I bought a 5 litre keg of Heineken from Sainsbury's. He bought the only one in the store without a tap and i prompty lost the receipt. This resulted in a "Fraternity Kegger"-style recovery of the beer inside (using a hammer and a screwdriver) which in turn left several of the more thirsty invitees getting showered in foamy amber ale. Mark, Char and Richie turned up loaded with Pimms equipment, and we met up with some of Pablo's current squeeze and Ian for a post-mortem down at a Underworld. Oh yeah, Sisqi turned up with her housemate Babs and they ate most of the birthday cake. They like cake.
Sunday saw me turf out the remaining posse in the early afternoon as i prepared to hook up with Adrie. I decided to give the house a bit of a clean-up to help wake me up, but i'll be honest here and tell you that i needed to take several power naps to sufficiently energise myself. I met Adrie at Kensington and took her to Bricklayer's Arms down behind where Neil works. It was a lovely venue, only slightly marred by the fact that it was the Euro final and was packed to gills with Spanish and German supporters. We managed to squeeze into a table outside and chatted for hours. Adrie's in PR which basically means she'll know if i'm lying to her.
Hey, how about this nice weather?
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