You've Got to have Friends

Well, yet again, I find that good friends always show themselves when one is going through a bad time.
Alas, a potential new relationship hit the skids (a collective dejected sigh is uttered by the masses as they realise that Preston has hit yet another dead end).

As news of my latest stumble was passed around the group via texts etc, I had friends forming a posse at the town square, complete with fire and weapons, ready to run the guy outta town vigilanty style. Once I had calmed them down, then assured them that this wasn't a case of a 'bastard doing me wrong' but of a 'nice guy at the wrong time', I had a few friendly shoulders to sniffle on.

Of course, one realises that they have good friends, but these friends really shine when they are called upon.

So yesterday, Preston spent the day playing 'killer frisbee', drinking beer, lying around in the sun, then drinking red wine in the pub watching football. Then, after the last call, found herself sitting in the middle of Clapham Common, complete with full wine glass that she had simply walked out the pub with (actually Richard had it up his shirt).

Can I just say now, that Richard - you did wonders for me yesterday. You're a good friend and someone I can trust and rely on. It's good to know I have a sturdy shoulder. Oh, and the only person, other than my brother, who I can peg a frisbee at with force and have returned to me at force.

Now, getting back to this hang over. I feel downright sick, the vision in my left eye is blurred, my body is rejecting several of its own organs, and my brain continues to boggle out one ear to try and boggle back in via the other ear, only to find it has returned to the substandard accommodation it just fled from.

I'm suffering the sweats, have the shakes, and am finding it hard to be in the same hemisphere as food. I rang in sick for work and am dividing my time between lying on the lounge with a 'blanky', and crawling under the duvet in the throws of a death squirm.

I have decided to take a break from alcohol (after my friends visiting from Oz leave next weekend), and get my life and health sorted. What does this mean? Hell, I don't know. But one thing for sure is, that the alcohol is outsky for the time being (yet another collective sigh - this time from some long-suffering organs).

Maybe it will look something like this......long rides in the country on sunny weekends, picnics in the park, concerts, taking in movies, drinking lots of mango smoothies...hmmmmm, going out dancing, eating fabulously naughty food, having a facial.........aaaaahhhhh the skies the limit.

So......would anyone care to join?????

Australia are Through! You Little Beauty (pronounced beauuuuudy)

So Australia, after having had a dry spell for 32 years, make it into the World Cup (that's World Cup Football to you sporting philistines out there). I am unsure whether Australia have ever made it to the 2nd round. I will do some research on that and get back to you.

So, last night when Australia played Croatia, I became rather excited whilst watching the match. Instead of tell the tale of my excitement, I will refer to the blog my flatmate Nicole posted on her site last night. Rather accurate I feel.

GOAAAAAAAAALLLLLLL!
Posted on @ 9:04 pm
Jen is ordering a Thai takeaway while watching the Australia v Croatia game.
Jen is Australian.
Score is 1-0 Croatia.
“Oh, yes, Hello. I’d like to order a takeaway. . . For pick-up. . . Cash. . . Ok, Chili Pepper Squid and–”
Australia gets a penalty kick.
“Yaki– Oh! Wait, Oh, wait! OH WAIT!!! They have a penalty kick! I’m sorry, I’m Australian! And OH! OH! OHH!”
Australia scores.
YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! And Yaki– I’M SORRY! YEEAAAAAAAAHHH! I’m so SORRY! And Yaki Udon! I’m sorry!YEAHHHHH! GO SOCCEROOS! Udon! Yaki Udon! WOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Sorry! YEAHHHHHHHHH!”
She is bouncing around the room, the walls are vibrating.
It has made the top ten funny things I have witnessed thus far in my life.

Needless to say......Preston was well impressed with the outcome of the match...

Peeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuwwwww!!

Ok. I realise that London has a fabulous transport system. No...that isn't tongue in cheek. All you whinging poms can come to Sydney for a bit to see that an average wait between trains is 15mins. Try that in 38 degree heat. Still bitching about London Transport? I think not. On a recent trip to Oz, I had the painstaking wait of 23 minutes for a train that would take me 7 stops. I was so appalled I took a photo of the timeboard for proof. Sad but true. Preston does indeed have too much time on her hands.

Back to the reason for this blog. I have to admit that for the past year, I have been spoilt in terms of transport. I have cycled everywhere, avoiding the major human congestion that seems to pool around anything that helps them get their fat asses on a seat with wheels (or to that effect).

So with my recent knee problems and job promotion (leading to me having to wear adult clothes), I have been catching PT at peak times. Maybe I should rephrase that to 'being herded onto PT'.

Squeezed into tight spaces with people is bad enough, but couple that with a 30 degree day and an obvious absence of 'working' deodorant, I am simply beside myself. The other morning, whilst pressed up against a girl with 'Frankenfurter' make - up, I felt quite ill, as the concoction of alien smells hit my nose like a swarm of flatulent bees. I sniffed.....I coughed....I sniffed again. 'What the hell is that smell?', I thought to myself. Then it dawned on me. It's a cocktail of stale clothes and morning breathe (I can hear you all heaving at this point). Inside my head I was screaming 'GET A TOOTHBRUSH AND A WASHING MACHINE'.

And don't get me started on the plain shittiness of the mobile phone conversations going on around me. 'I fink Spain will be brilliant'....and Miss Queen of the Mundane's obvious fashion dilemma...' They didn't have my size so I got a smaller one which really makes my bum look be**ar (better without the t).

Oh....and the girl who got on my semi-packed train at Putney last Tuesday. Can I just say that honey....if you're wearing a backpack, it increases the the circumference of your TURNING CIRCLE! Therefore, any sudden moves left or right, take out the people in your immediate vicinity. DUH!

Needless to say, Preston is very much looking forward to hopping back on Ruprect for the majority of her travels. Now, my only problem is how to negotiate turning up to work in sweaty lycra and maintaining a professional image....hmmmmmmmmm