The Lord's day

Woke up early and nor Jon nor Birdie were around. The first one stumbled home at 9.30 am and the latter gave sign of life at 11.30 am. Seems like I am the only one not to have gotten lucky yesterday...sniff...sniff..sniff..

Met A. for a quick pint with Jon. Now for you mere mortals, a quick pint with A. is what a normal well built person of sane mind would consider as a degrading piss up event. That guy can drink huge amounts of alcohol without batting an eye lid as the mad ones that tried to follow would be dead or in an ethylic coma. So after managing to do my outmost to drink very slowly, I still managed to get more than 2 pints in me. Lucky enough that I had to catch my train back, otherwise I would be there till closure time.

On the way back, managed, fluke of all flukes, to bump into my ex-new year's eve hubby from the George and Dragon. He stills remembers my name I must have traumatised him quite deeply. 

Met Birdie and we all went to Waterloo, via a transit by the BK over there for my BK fix. The upper level of the Waterloo station BK is a gem. That place is filled with the most fantastic specimens of fruit cakes. Jon and myself could hardly believe our eyes.....

Back home on the train ready to face the grim monday reality......oh London do I miss you already.... 

Registration day

Rainy and cold day in London.....typical british weather. Off to Greenwhich for a walk around...ended up being a shopping day. Very bad idea considering that uno: London is expensive and dos: you end up paying at least 50% over the odds for something you might find in Paris. So being logical birdie and myself ended up spending money on fashionatas clothing items....

We met the rest of the pouffiasses in Greenwhich and had a walk with them, lunch and another walk. Then we split in order to get into Soho and meet the pétasses chics.  Once there it was more shopping for more clothes and then giving our bank accounts some respite before heading out for more shopping. Off I left the others to meet my Ozzie skippy friend at Ruppets. And who do I meet there but A. who I have not seen for months! and then the pouffiasse club as well. And I who wanted to have a discreet time to catch up with skippy....Many pints later, it was time for registration at Ku Bar, where all the sexy swimmers would be. Swimmers there were, but sexyness was surely non invited at the party. A part from some water polo men, the men were just average. 

At the end ended going home utterly pissed managing to catch the last train to Deptford...just what is needed to be in good shape for tomorrow's competition. 

Saturday........debauched day....

Mee friend J. from Deptford is here in Paris. Guess I ought to prepare myself for some little sleep......Bingo! We started getting pissed by 17.00 with bubbly under the searing sun, before guests arrived for dinner....then it was lots of food, booze and then out to the CUD for more booze....Managed to get J. drinking alcohol, and once drunk got to apply my lips into action to give him some love bites.

                                                                              

Nice aren't they?

How did the soirée ended....well better keep that censured, though we did get home when it was bright daylight.