As the countdown really begins towards a new President of the United States one can all but wish we were that close to an election over here. Perhaps we could get rid of the most unpopular Prime Minister of all time. In the mean time, for once, its stange that the Americans have all of the Pomp and Ceromony, something that we Brits are so famous for, elbeit theirs is in regards to electing a future leader.
Where as in the passed I have always been interested in who is the next American President, I think the World awaits with eager eyes to see who will take over the White House in the comming months.
If you read the polls, most Europeans are on the side of Barrack Obama. For some reason, in my eyes Mcain is far too close a similarity to Bush and the World feels in desperate need for a new leader.
I had to laugh when 71 year old Mcain was asked last week, How many homes do you own?. His answer was four but if you check the records his household count is presently 8. Much of it thanks to his wifes some $50 Million fortune. But I do have to ask you my American friends. Is an old man with a fortune of millions and unable to tell you simply how many homes they own really the sort of man you want as head of the most powerfull country in the World?
I am behind Barrack all the way and would give him my vote. I just wonder, as it comes close to the finish line will there be dispute over the results like there was last time in Florida? Its time for change. Time to move on from the war and build the world for the future. Good luck Barrack. The world needs you.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Have Ipod, Can Travel
I have this routine before I leave the house most days. Oyster Card, Wallet, Mobile telephone, Gym bag and of course Ipod. I sometimes pack a book but I like to read the Metro in the mornings on the way to the bank.
But sometimes, when I have had a bad nights sleep or been woken a few times too many in the night, (Normally by my husband coming home from work in the wee hours), I sometimes miss one of the steps. Sometimes its all I can do to make a cup of coffee or two and jump in the shower. My shirt has to be ironed the night before and I have to shave my head and face the night before else risk hacking my face half to pieces with my weary eyes in the early hours.
This morning I was a few minutes behind schedule, but as most things had been prepared yesterday I grabbed my bag and phone, kissed Dusan goodbye and headed out of the front door. Locking the door and putting my key into a secure place and then heading through the petit jardin toward the DLR. Suddenly it struck me. Had I done my full checklist before rushing out the door. Wallet Check, Gym Bag Check, Mobile Check, House Keys Check. I-Pod! Please tell me I packed my I-Pod. Its one of those things that I simply cant cope without. Not on the Journey to work anyway. On the way home one can make a phone call but in the morning rush hour its considered almost taboo to do that most natural thing, speak.
My heart almost started to race at the thought of having to take the entire journey without being able to block out the world and instead of the hussel and bussel of London listen to something upbeat and appropriate, like Abba, the Hairspray soundtrack or Peyton. Thankfully after a bit of a body search I found my Ipod hidden in a pocket but was almost tempted to come home for it and risk being late for work.
Thankfully we have broken the hump of the week. Roll on the weekend!
But sometimes, when I have had a bad nights sleep or been woken a few times too many in the night, (Normally by my husband coming home from work in the wee hours), I sometimes miss one of the steps. Sometimes its all I can do to make a cup of coffee or two and jump in the shower. My shirt has to be ironed the night before and I have to shave my head and face the night before else risk hacking my face half to pieces with my weary eyes in the early hours.
This morning I was a few minutes behind schedule, but as most things had been prepared yesterday I grabbed my bag and phone, kissed Dusan goodbye and headed out of the front door. Locking the door and putting my key into a secure place and then heading through the petit jardin toward the DLR. Suddenly it struck me. Had I done my full checklist before rushing out the door. Wallet Check, Gym Bag Check, Mobile Check, House Keys Check. I-Pod! Please tell me I packed my I-Pod. Its one of those things that I simply cant cope without. Not on the Journey to work anyway. On the way home one can make a phone call but in the morning rush hour its considered almost taboo to do that most natural thing, speak.
My heart almost started to race at the thought of having to take the entire journey without being able to block out the world and instead of the hussel and bussel of London listen to something upbeat and appropriate, like Abba, the Hairspray soundtrack or Peyton. Thankfully after a bit of a body search I found my Ipod hidden in a pocket but was almost tempted to come home for it and risk being late for work.
Thankfully we have broken the hump of the week. Roll on the weekend!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Bank Holiday Blues
Have you ever noticed how every time that we have a Bank Holiday the rest of the week feels even longer than usual? I must have enjoyed myself a little too much over the weekend?
I couldnt believe it when at 440AM, I woke and was unable to sleep again until I had atleast been to the bathroom. Then it was one of those sleeps where you dream but feel so wide awake from the dream.
I managed to be the first one in the office this morning. Officially I was told my hours are 9 till 5 but you are expected to do more. Being the new boy I feel I need to impress somewhat and so stayed till 545. The big question is, how late do you stay? How early do you go in when you are nowhere near to a deadline? I would happily work late if I have a project that needs to be completed.
I think I am still finding my feet and slowly getting my teeth stuck into more things.
Came home this evening, cooked, ironed and chilled ready for an early night to make up for the excessive late nights at the weekend!
I couldnt believe it when at 440AM, I woke and was unable to sleep again until I had atleast been to the bathroom. Then it was one of those sleeps where you dream but feel so wide awake from the dream.
I managed to be the first one in the office this morning. Officially I was told my hours are 9 till 5 but you are expected to do more. Being the new boy I feel I need to impress somewhat and so stayed till 545. The big question is, how late do you stay? How early do you go in when you are nowhere near to a deadline? I would happily work late if I have a project that needs to be completed.
I think I am still finding my feet and slowly getting my teeth stuck into more things.
Came home this evening, cooked, ironed and chilled ready for an early night to make up for the excessive late nights at the weekend!
Monday, August 25, 2008
Cardiff Weekend
After a late night out living it large in a packed Cardiff Saturday evening we have come to the conclusion that there were probably more gay people there for Madonna than there would be for even Cardiff Pride. The Bars were 6 people deep to get served for a drink.
We woke Sunday around 1:00PM. Both feeling a little shattered from the night before's festivities. We had missed Breakfast and so met Alex and Mikey and went to lunch at Ha Ha's before taking a walk around the city centre and doing some retail therapy.
By 4:00PM we were all feeling tired from walking and so went back to the hotel to chill. Dusan fell asleep within a few seconds, so Mikey and I went down to enjoy the Pool, Jacuzzi and Steam room in the hotels Spa.
At 6:00PM we made our way to the 7th Floor Executive Lounge where they serve free VIP nibbles from 6:00. Plus the free alcohol is available too. So we stated for 2 hours enjoying cocktails and some wine.
I had thought we would all be going out to dinner in the evening but the others wanted to do a Bar Crawl. So we started at the Loft Bar then on to Icon and then made our way down to the Golden Cross where my friend Denis said he would be.
They had a drag act on just as we arrived and the place was heaving with people. It was Miss Kitty Litter's time to entertain and I have to say she did have a belting voice and we enjoyed the show. Then imagine our surprise when they announced it was to be Karaoke following the act. I had clearly had a bit to drink as I signed Mikey and I up to sing Copacabana. Having not done Karaoke in years we enjoyed ourselves on Stage and more drinks followed till we got back via Chip Shop Alley to the Hotel around 1:30AM. It was a fabulous weekend and a good time was had by all. It must have been good as Dusan is already saying he would like to go back to Cardiff soon!
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Madonna - Sweet and Sticky World Tour
Having only found out a couple of days ago that we had not received the Madonna tickets we had paid for months ago, we decided to go to Cardiff for the weekend anyway. The Hotel was booked for 2 nights and we had not seen Alex & Mikey in ages. So we would come down to Cardiff, find something to do for a fun weekend.
Traffic was heavy and it took 5 hours from London to Cardfiff. Alex was waiting in the entrance of the Hilton as we pulled in and the Valet dealt with parking the car.
Just after we had checked in and given our complimentary upgrade to the executive lounge (Meaning free drinks, Lucky Bitches) so we headed to the lift. Suddenly someone fox whistled and it was Marcus Chops who had come to say hello.
We all went for a drink in the executive lounge which stood 7 floors up with direct views over Cardiff Castle and the seven hills of Cardiff.
Mikey had arrived a few hours earlier and scouted online and managed to find 4 seats to the concert that had just been returned. He had run down to the Stadium and picked them up. We were going to Madonna after all.
We went down to the Pool and enjoyed the Spa and Steam room before showering and heading meeting the boys back upstairs in the VIP lounge. With a couple of cocktails consumed we headed down to the Millenium Stadium to find our seats.
Its been years since I went to a Stadium Concert. Seeing Madonna and Michael Jackson there back in the 1980s. The Millenium Stadium is big and has a great view of what would be the pitch from preety much all of the seats. The Stage was right at the front and although we couldnt see Maj close up from our location the big projector screens gave us a clear view of all the Action.
With Music from her entire Career from Borderline to Vogue to Time to Hard Candy.I Cant say that I enjoyed it as much as her Confessions on a Dancefloor tour two years ago but it was great to be at the opening night of her World Tour. Especially after the dissapointment of not getting the tickets we paid for months ago.
Once the show finished we pilled out of the Stadium with everyone else. The great thing about the Millenium Stadium is that its right in the heart of Cardiff City Centre. We left the stadium and were in the Loft Bar within a couple of minutes. As we turned left down Caroline Street, AKA Chip Shop Alley, a voice called "Neil". I turned to see my friend Damion from Bristol whom I have not seen in over 3 years.
We had a drink in the Loft and went on to the gay district of Charles Street. A few minutes in line to Exit just as the rain turned from a drizzle to a bit of a pour we were inside in a couple of minutes.
Exit & Club X are the gay clubs in Cardiff. Though I would say that they resemeble more of a school Disco than a nightclub. I have never known a music set that mixes in Steps with Country Music with dance Music. When I asked Marcus what kind of a DJ plays this? He said, "DJ? I think they just put on a tape". It was very provincial to say the least.
We all danced till the early hours. Alex and Mikey left first, then Marcus leaving us as the last men standing. We finally got back to the hotel to sleep at 4:00AM. A good time been had by all.
Traffic was heavy and it took 5 hours from London to Cardfiff. Alex was waiting in the entrance of the Hilton as we pulled in and the Valet dealt with parking the car.
Just after we had checked in and given our complimentary upgrade to the executive lounge (Meaning free drinks, Lucky Bitches) so we headed to the lift. Suddenly someone fox whistled and it was Marcus Chops who had come to say hello.
We all went for a drink in the executive lounge which stood 7 floors up with direct views over Cardiff Castle and the seven hills of Cardiff.
Mikey had arrived a few hours earlier and scouted online and managed to find 4 seats to the concert that had just been returned. He had run down to the Stadium and picked them up. We were going to Madonna after all.
We went down to the Pool and enjoyed the Spa and Steam room before showering and heading meeting the boys back upstairs in the VIP lounge. With a couple of cocktails consumed we headed down to the Millenium Stadium to find our seats.
Its been years since I went to a Stadium Concert. Seeing Madonna and Michael Jackson there back in the 1980s. The Millenium Stadium is big and has a great view of what would be the pitch from preety much all of the seats. The Stage was right at the front and although we couldnt see Maj close up from our location the big projector screens gave us a clear view of all the Action.
With Music from her entire Career from Borderline to Vogue to Time to Hard Candy.I Cant say that I enjoyed it as much as her Confessions on a Dancefloor tour two years ago but it was great to be at the opening night of her World Tour. Especially after the dissapointment of not getting the tickets we paid for months ago.
Once the show finished we pilled out of the Stadium with everyone else. The great thing about the Millenium Stadium is that its right in the heart of Cardiff City Centre. We left the stadium and were in the Loft Bar within a couple of minutes. As we turned left down Caroline Street, AKA Chip Shop Alley, a voice called "Neil". I turned to see my friend Damion from Bristol whom I have not seen in over 3 years.
We had a drink in the Loft and went on to the gay district of Charles Street. A few minutes in line to Exit just as the rain turned from a drizzle to a bit of a pour we were inside in a couple of minutes.
Exit & Club X are the gay clubs in Cardiff. Though I would say that they resemeble more of a school Disco than a nightclub. I have never known a music set that mixes in Steps with Country Music with dance Music. When I asked Marcus what kind of a DJ plays this? He said, "DJ? I think they just put on a tape". It was very provincial to say the least.
We all danced till the early hours. Alex and Mikey left first, then Marcus leaving us as the last men standing. We finally got back to the hotel to sleep at 4:00AM. A good time been had by all.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Scammed
Like thousands of others, not that it makes it feel much better, we were conned this week. After months ago we had looked online to purchase tickets for the opening Leg of Madonna's World Tour having had a receipt in my mail I felt confident that I would have tickets for the show this weekend. Our plans were (Lucky Bitches) to go to Cardiff and meet Alex and Mikey for the weekend and on Saturday night hit the Millenium Stadium for Madonna.
Sadly, SOS Ticketmaster whom we, like thousands of others, had bought tickets off, failed to se6nd the tickets. The first we knew something was askew was when reading the Morning Paper on Thursday and hearing about 1000's of people that had not recieved their tickets for last weekends V Festival.
This morning we woke and watched the news to hear the headlines about how thousands of fans had not recieved their tickets. Ours too.
I even have an Email fromn them last week, asking, where are my tickets, stating, "Usually we send out tickets six weeks before but for this event we are sending the tickets out by registered post the week before the concert.
Everyday I was watching the mail. We feel gutted. In good faith we paid out over £600 for Four tickets to the concert. Alas the tickets were not to come and we have heard nothing from SOS Masterticket. Thankfully they were booked on my Gold Card and are covered from fraudulant use. But it doesnt make up for the fact that we are not going to see Madonna! I suddenly feel like unlucky bitches. But then you know, I wont let it ruin the weekend. We will try tomorrrow, to get some tickets but failing that, we will go to Cardiff, meet up with Alex and Mikey and Chops and just have a darn good time. Why? Because we can. The world doesnt end with Madonna. Happy Bank Holiday Weekend!
Sadly, SOS Ticketmaster whom we, like thousands of others, had bought tickets off, failed to se6nd the tickets. The first we knew something was askew was when reading the Morning Paper on Thursday and hearing about 1000's of people that had not recieved their tickets for last weekends V Festival.
This morning we woke and watched the news to hear the headlines about how thousands of fans had not recieved their tickets. Ours too.
I even have an Email fromn them last week, asking, where are my tickets, stating, "Usually we send out tickets six weeks before but for this event we are sending the tickets out by registered post the week before the concert.
Everyday I was watching the mail. We feel gutted. In good faith we paid out over £600 for Four tickets to the concert. Alas the tickets were not to come and we have heard nothing from SOS Masterticket. Thankfully they were booked on my Gold Card and are covered from fraudulant use. But it doesnt make up for the fact that we are not going to see Madonna! I suddenly feel like unlucky bitches. But then you know, I wont let it ruin the weekend. We will try tomorrrow, to get some tickets but failing that, we will go to Cardiff, meet up with Alex and Mikey and Chops and just have a darn good time. Why? Because we can. The world doesnt end with Madonna. Happy Bank Holiday Weekend!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Shoulder
About two weeks ago I felt as though my shoulder was keeping me awake if I lay on it, so have been sleeping on my other side.
Last night I had my appointment with my Trainer at the gym, Harry. I explained I was in pain in my right shoulder and he did a few tests. I have a sprained Shoulder. Apparantly its quite a common thing to strain.
I was advised to buy a warming Gel pack to put on it and help the healing process in the evening and in the mean time, I am to do only excercise that doesnt involve using my arms. Ironically its the smallest of movements that hurt it. Using a Mouse at the office is quite painful due to the fact your arm is outstetched. I guess I will have to make do with some Cardio for a couple of weeks while my shoulder fixes itself.
Harry said he could see I had lost weight since starting which was great. I have lost 5% of my BMI. Now that work is a in the same place and a have a bit of a routine I can get to the gym every day. Keep it up and by this time next year, hopefully I will be back in shape again!
Last night I had my appointment with my Trainer at the gym, Harry. I explained I was in pain in my right shoulder and he did a few tests. I have a sprained Shoulder. Apparantly its quite a common thing to strain.
I was advised to buy a warming Gel pack to put on it and help the healing process in the evening and in the mean time, I am to do only excercise that doesnt involve using my arms. Ironically its the smallest of movements that hurt it. Using a Mouse at the office is quite painful due to the fact your arm is outstetched. I guess I will have to make do with some Cardio for a couple of weeks while my shoulder fixes itself.
Harry said he could see I had lost weight since starting which was great. I have lost 5% of my BMI. Now that work is a in the same place and a have a bit of a routine I can get to the gym every day. Keep it up and by this time next year, hopefully I will be back in shape again!
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Our residents bar
Having worked late at work, (1900) and then going to the gym it was around 10:00PM before I got home to the complex. Only to bump into Lynn just outside our residents Bar (Red) inviting me in for a drink. Thomas and Steve and Alex where there and not really wishing to I managed to stay for a couple of drinks.
You have to admit, it is convenient. You can come home late, meet your friends, get a few drinks in and still be home and in bed by 11:00. Cant knock that. I can see this bar being fabulous!
You have to admit, it is convenient. You can come home late, meet your friends, get a few drinks in and still be home and in bed by 11:00. Cant knock that. I can see this bar being fabulous!
Proud to be British
With the Olympics in full flow and Team GB doing so well in the medal count (our best in 100 years) you cant help but feel Proud to be British. Which ironically is an unusual thing in itself.
For some reason we are not allowed to fly flags from our buildings unless it happens to be St Georges Day or there has been a death. A far cry from the United States where Offices and homes alike are hung with the Star Spangled Banner. A law is even in place that if you fly a flag at night it must be illuminated. The Americans are proud to be American. Why is it that we are not allowed to be proud to be British on occasions other than the Olympics or other such event?
Politcal Correctness gone made where we cant fly a national flag in case we offend someone? Who seriously could be offended by our countries own flag?
Well done Team GB, we are proud of you all. Travel safe.
For some reason we are not allowed to fly flags from our buildings unless it happens to be St Georges Day or there has been a death. A far cry from the United States where Offices and homes alike are hung with the Star Spangled Banner. A law is even in place that if you fly a flag at night it must be illuminated. The Americans are proud to be American. Why is it that we are not allowed to be proud to be British on occasions other than the Olympics or other such event?
Politcal Correctness gone made where we cant fly a national flag in case we offend someone? Who seriously could be offended by our countries own flag?
Well done Team GB, we are proud of you all. Travel safe.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
First Day
You know what its like before you start a new job or before you have a big interview or presentation. The night before, no matter how hard you try or even how much you drink, you cant seem to get to sleep for money or love.
Having spent a few hours on Sunday at Soho Pride I thought post a few Ciders and all that walking around and a few drinks would have set me up for a good nights sleep. Alas not. I was in bed around 1230 but was still awake when Dusan came home from work at 2:00AM. I was still in awake when he climbed in at 3:30AM and although I dozed off eventually my brain was so active all night it felt as though I was awake the whole night long.
I had to be at the City Office, not my usual one, at 750AM and not sure how long the journey would take to get there I left at 6:40AM. Induction and have all the paper work filed and then I was issued my security pass and made my way west to the office near Bond Street.
I was introduced to the team and given my first tasks. Proof reading online CBT courses. Im gradually learning more applications and will soon be given my first course to write the material for.
The team are fun, casual and so far I am loving it.
Having spent a few hours on Sunday at Soho Pride I thought post a few Ciders and all that walking around and a few drinks would have set me up for a good nights sleep. Alas not. I was in bed around 1230 but was still awake when Dusan came home from work at 2:00AM. I was still in awake when he climbed in at 3:30AM and although I dozed off eventually my brain was so active all night it felt as though I was awake the whole night long.
I had to be at the City Office, not my usual one, at 750AM and not sure how long the journey would take to get there I left at 6:40AM. Induction and have all the paper work filed and then I was issued my security pass and made my way west to the office near Bond Street.
I was introduced to the team and given my first tasks. Proof reading online CBT courses. Im gradually learning more applications and will soon be given my first course to write the material for.
The team are fun, casual and so far I am loving it.
Monday, August 18, 2008
New Job in the city
I think it was back in April that I first went for an interview with the bank. Before I even started working full time at GSK. With 5 interviews and an IQ test all before me and then security clearance to get through in the first instance.
But today, finally, is my first day. I had wanted to be in bed nice and early so that I was nice and fresh this morning. New starter Induction starts at Liverpool Street at 0750AM. That alone necessitated being up by 6:00AM. I need to leave the house by 6:45 this morning. Needless to say I was watching the clock most of the night.
I managed to get to sleep easy enough, then woke when Dusan climbed into bed at 3:00AM, after working a late shift. That was it. 3:00AM and I was awake. Normally I can fall back to sleep again without too much effort but I guess I was either nervous or apprehensive for my first day. I lay there watching the hours slowly tick away on the faint glow of the clock radio.
By 5:45 I decided to get up and make a nice pot of coffee and will soon be getting showered and into my new suit ready for my first day at the office. I am sure this evening I will sleep far better. Sundays are never easy to get into the swing of going to bed early. Wish me luck.
But today, finally, is my first day. I had wanted to be in bed nice and early so that I was nice and fresh this morning. New starter Induction starts at Liverpool Street at 0750AM. That alone necessitated being up by 6:00AM. I need to leave the house by 6:45 this morning. Needless to say I was watching the clock most of the night.
I managed to get to sleep easy enough, then woke when Dusan climbed into bed at 3:00AM, after working a late shift. That was it. 3:00AM and I was awake. Normally I can fall back to sleep again without too much effort but I guess I was either nervous or apprehensive for my first day. I lay there watching the hours slowly tick away on the faint glow of the clock radio.
By 5:45 I decided to get up and make a nice pot of coffee and will soon be getting showered and into my new suit ready for my first day at the office. I am sure this evening I will sleep far better. Sundays are never easy to get into the swing of going to bed early. Wish me luck.
Soho Pride 2008
Pride Season is on us once again with our third Pride in about 4 weeks. Dusan missed this one as he had to work so after spending 2 hours at the gym I went into Soho for Soho Pride.
The square was heaving as always on these occasions with this years theme, Camp Gaydar. The line by 3PM was so long it was impossible to get into the square without queueing for 30 minutes so I wandered around and texted a few friends and managed to meet up with Lee & Matthew. We wandered around, enjoyed a Margarita and a few other drinks and then I bumped in to Roger & Angelo and Robbie. Thats the best thing about Pride. You bump into everyone you know.
Matthew and I agreed though, its not the same as Summer Rites when we had the whole of Brockwell Park to ourselves and some 4 tents to choose from in regards to dance areas.
I read tonight in the Pink Press that this may be the last year for Soho Pride. The London Mayors Office has revoked the funding of £10,000 they give annually. So once again Pride could be in Jepardy. You have to wonder though, why on earth the gay businesses in London don't pay for an event. Especially in the park. They would make a killing on drinks. I have to confess though it is rather fun to see the whole place pedestrianised and totally cosmopolitan. Happy Pride folks.
The square was heaving as always on these occasions with this years theme, Camp Gaydar. The line by 3PM was so long it was impossible to get into the square without queueing for 30 minutes so I wandered around and texted a few friends and managed to meet up with Lee & Matthew. We wandered around, enjoyed a Margarita and a few other drinks and then I bumped in to Roger & Angelo and Robbie. Thats the best thing about Pride. You bump into everyone you know.
Matthew and I agreed though, its not the same as Summer Rites when we had the whole of Brockwell Park to ourselves and some 4 tents to choose from in regards to dance areas.
I read tonight in the Pink Press that this may be the last year for Soho Pride. The London Mayors Office has revoked the funding of £10,000 they give annually. So once again Pride could be in Jepardy. You have to wonder though, why on earth the gay businesses in London don't pay for an event. Especially in the park. They would make a killing on drinks. I have to confess though it is rather fun to see the whole place pedestrianised and totally cosmopolitan. Happy Pride folks.
Residents Summer Party
With the new residents bar being open some three weeks now, they kindly offered to host a Summer Residents Party with specials on jugs of cocktails.
I had arranged with a few of the Gaybours to meet them at Red later in the evening and had time beforehand to nip and buy some groceries. While at Sainsburys I decided to treat myself to a bottle of Bombay Saphire. Dusan was at work and so I invited my lovely neighbour Steve over for a chat and a cocktail. We only had 2 each but I realised afterwards that I was probably making them 50/50. Oh well, they tasted good with a twist of Lime. :-)
Dusan then called with the surprise news that work had an extra member of staff and so he was able to take the evening off and come to the party.
By 8:00PM my phone was going mad. Matt from the Idaho building said a Party was not the same without me. Bless. I think they all hoped I would come in drag.
We had a fun night and thanks to Red for supporting us all.
I've said it before and I will say it again, we love living here.
I had arranged with a few of the Gaybours to meet them at Red later in the evening and had time beforehand to nip and buy some groceries. While at Sainsburys I decided to treat myself to a bottle of Bombay Saphire. Dusan was at work and so I invited my lovely neighbour Steve over for a chat and a cocktail. We only had 2 each but I realised afterwards that I was probably making them 50/50. Oh well, they tasted good with a twist of Lime. :-)
Dusan then called with the surprise news that work had an extra member of staff and so he was able to take the evening off and come to the party.
By 8:00PM my phone was going mad. Matt from the Idaho building said a Party was not the same without me. Bless. I think they all hoped I would come in drag.
We had a fun night and thanks to Red for supporting us all.
I've said it before and I will say it again, we love living here.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Winds of Change
They say that when the winds of change are coming you should be ready for big changes. Tonight, coming home from the west end, albeit in August still, I needed to reach for my sweater. I know that summer is not yet over, but at the same time, the nice long hot nights seem to all but a memory. I do have faith that it will return yet again, this year.
Monday marks more winds of change for me too. Its now official. I start my new job on Monday working with an Investment Bank in the City in the Role of Business Integration.
Having run my own company for 10 years now making the transistion over into banking and furthermore a full time, Permanent Role, is a little daunting to say the least. But I have felt the need for change for some years now. Looking for something that I can do for the rest of my working life and be good at.
Having worked up the ranks of training, (Many thanks to my Mentor, Angela Brown. Angel with an A). Angela helped me get set up doing what I do ten years ago. Now I have to move over and agreeably, take a step down in regards to monetary reward to reep the benefits of a career. Im looking forward to being appreciated for my worth within the organisation and for the challenge.
We all need a challenge in life and I am sure this will be just the thing I need. Plus with it, of course, comes the stability of work and finance. I dont think that we have both worked full times for more than a month or so since Dusan moved in.
Yesterday, on the way to meeting the girls for the Inner Circle Lunch club dinner, I bumped into Lee at the Railway Terminus. Quite out of the blue. We stopped and chatted for 10 minutes. He said he had been working at their City office. Now I knew Lee was in Hospitality Management. Just not where. I used to know he was a Butler. It was years before I realised he buttled for the Royals. Turns out that although he works for the management company he is head of Hospitality in my new company. As they would have said at Disney, Its a Small World after all.
My new gym is just a 10 minute walk from the office and its all starting to look rosy and fine. So Autumn may be looming in, but I am looking forward to what lies ahead.
Monday marks more winds of change for me too. Its now official. I start my new job on Monday working with an Investment Bank in the City in the Role of Business Integration.
Having run my own company for 10 years now making the transistion over into banking and furthermore a full time, Permanent Role, is a little daunting to say the least. But I have felt the need for change for some years now. Looking for something that I can do for the rest of my working life and be good at.
Having worked up the ranks of training, (Many thanks to my Mentor, Angela Brown. Angel with an A). Angela helped me get set up doing what I do ten years ago. Now I have to move over and agreeably, take a step down in regards to monetary reward to reep the benefits of a career. Im looking forward to being appreciated for my worth within the organisation and for the challenge.
We all need a challenge in life and I am sure this will be just the thing I need. Plus with it, of course, comes the stability of work and finance. I dont think that we have both worked full times for more than a month or so since Dusan moved in.
Yesterday, on the way to meeting the girls for the Inner Circle Lunch club dinner, I bumped into Lee at the Railway Terminus. Quite out of the blue. We stopped and chatted for 10 minutes. He said he had been working at their City office. Now I knew Lee was in Hospitality Management. Just not where. I used to know he was a Butler. It was years before I realised he buttled for the Royals. Turns out that although he works for the management company he is head of Hospitality in my new company. As they would have said at Disney, Its a Small World after all.
My new gym is just a 10 minute walk from the office and its all starting to look rosy and fine. So Autumn may be looming in, but I am looking forward to what lies ahead.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
S Three Reunion!
After a long time of not seeing each other Trish, Surinder, T, Amy and I met up at a fabulous Indian Restaurant outside Aldgate East. I say Indian but its really a Pakistani restaurant. Talk about fabuluous. It was amazing... tons of Poppodums and salad and chutney and sauces to start. Then Bargee's and Samosas for mid and a load of mains. They dont serve alcohol but you can bring you own.
So we did and how fabulous. Trish and her boobs as goregous as ever. Amy, my faveourite Assinder, Surinder my fave Asian Babe and T, my fave work colleauge.. well she and I love each other and cant help it if we know each other.
It was fun.
We ended in a bar near Aldate and then took trains home. A little bit drunk but a lot fabulous it was great to see the guys.
PS - Scratch that comment about a little bit drunk. Amy just sent me the pictures and I was clearly a lot drunk. I recal the beauty mark but the rest of the make up I have no memory of? Did someone spike my wine with alcohol? Shocking.
So we did and how fabulous. Trish and her boobs as goregous as ever. Amy, my faveourite Assinder, Surinder my fave Asian Babe and T, my fave work colleauge.. well she and I love each other and cant help it if we know each other.
It was fun.
We ended in a bar near Aldate and then took trains home. A little bit drunk but a lot fabulous it was great to see the guys.
PS - Scratch that comment about a little bit drunk. Amy just sent me the pictures and I was clearly a lot drunk. I recal the beauty mark but the rest of the make up I have no memory of? Did someone spike my wine with alcohol? Shocking.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Nan's Birthday
Dusan didnt get home and into bed until gone 3:00AM so I had a little bit of difficulty in getting him to wake up around 11:30AM this morning.
But that said, we were ready and dressed and on the road by 12:15. The drive was clear and we were soon picking nan up and then went around to collect Sue who was joining us.
Nan decided on the Fish and Eels so we drove up North Street and made our way to the Pub.
We managed to get a table straight away and all shared some Baked Camombert with fresh bread to start and then onto a main.
It was nice to see Nan and Sue again. Somehow you just dont have the time to get back and visit them as often as you would like. But at least we made the effort today.
We dropped nan home by around 3:30 and were on the road before the rush hour traffic got too bad. Happy Birthday Nan, heres to many more my darling Nan. x
But that said, we were ready and dressed and on the road by 12:15. The drive was clear and we were soon picking nan up and then went around to collect Sue who was joining us.
Nan decided on the Fish and Eels so we drove up North Street and made our way to the Pub.
We managed to get a table straight away and all shared some Baked Camombert with fresh bread to start and then onto a main.
It was nice to see Nan and Sue again. Somehow you just dont have the time to get back and visit them as often as you would like. But at least we made the effort today.
We dropped nan home by around 3:30 and were on the road before the rush hour traffic got too bad. Happy Birthday Nan, heres to many more my darling Nan. x
Happy Birthday Nan
Tomorrow is my Nan's 88th Birthday. She lives in the same village as my parents and it must have been since April that I last saw her. Work and life seems to get in the way too much and I simply dont have as much time as I would like to pop in and see them all.
But with it being Nan's birthday I asked her if she was free today and both Dusan and I are visiting to take her to lunch. When I called her yesterday to confirm she kept saying, "Are you sure?", "Its such a long way for you to come". Of course we have to go. She is my Grandmother. I couldnt think of what to buy her or what she would like other than to see Dusan and I.
So we are driving back and will take her somewhere to eat for the afternoon as our Birthday Treat.
Dusan didnt get home until 3AM this morning so am letting him get a little bit of a lie in before I wake him with a coffee. Happy Birthday Nan.
But with it being Nan's birthday I asked her if she was free today and both Dusan and I are visiting to take her to lunch. When I called her yesterday to confirm she kept saying, "Are you sure?", "Its such a long way for you to come". Of course we have to go. She is my Grandmother. I couldnt think of what to buy her or what she would like other than to see Dusan and I.
So we are driving back and will take her somewhere to eat for the afternoon as our Birthday Treat.
Dusan didnt get home until 3AM this morning so am letting him get a little bit of a lie in before I wake him with a coffee. Happy Birthday Nan.
Rubbish
Last nights Panorama was presented and hosted by Bill Bryson. Author of the Postcards from book series.
He had apparantly come to England for the first time in the early 1980's, in awe of the beauty of our lands fair hills, scenery and the way everything was prime and proper.
His report however how Englands fair hills are no more and that litter is now such a big thing that dirt and grime are everywhere.
His report looked into how the more litter there was, the more crime occured. Clean up the area and crime drops.
Ironically we already have some of the most severe penalties for littering in the whole of Europe so why is there so much litter here?
The report blamed culture and lack of rubbish bins since their removal after during the IRA's blitz of terror. With nowhere to leave your rubbish at a Station or Terminal, people tended to leave it just on the side and someone would come along and clean it up. Over years this has embeded into society to such an extent that during my drive to work yesterday I saw a man driving on the M4 towards London. He was munching on what looked like a McMuffin or something and then casually opened his window and threw the rubbish out. I was mortified. How can people blatenly just throw their rubbish out of a window and onto the floor? Does nobody care anymore?
The law states that any person caught littering is liable to a fixed penalty fine of £75. The sad fact is that very few councils enforce the penalty. I am all for Bill Bryson and pro keep Britain Tidy. Its about time we all looked after the planet and by taking care and respect of our own rubbish and our own property.
Ironically in the documentary, 80% of the rubbish they found on the side of roads, simply disguarded, were cans or bottles. Things that in the past have had a deposit to ensure they were recycled. I urge the government to impose a law to ensure a deposit system is put in place. Not only would it stop people littering such items so much but it would also help other people in the community. In the United States they charge 10 Cents deposit subject to certain States Law. You litterally see homeless people walking around pushing a supermarket Trolley filled with empty drink cans. The homeless person makes some money, the cans are recycled and the litter is removed. Surely everyones a winner?
But unti they do enforce such action, please put your litter in a bin or take it home with you!
He had apparantly come to England for the first time in the early 1980's, in awe of the beauty of our lands fair hills, scenery and the way everything was prime and proper.
His report however how Englands fair hills are no more and that litter is now such a big thing that dirt and grime are everywhere.
His report looked into how the more litter there was, the more crime occured. Clean up the area and crime drops.
Ironically we already have some of the most severe penalties for littering in the whole of Europe so why is there so much litter here?
The report blamed culture and lack of rubbish bins since their removal after during the IRA's blitz of terror. With nowhere to leave your rubbish at a Station or Terminal, people tended to leave it just on the side and someone would come along and clean it up. Over years this has embeded into society to such an extent that during my drive to work yesterday I saw a man driving on the M4 towards London. He was munching on what looked like a McMuffin or something and then casually opened his window and threw the rubbish out. I was mortified. How can people blatenly just throw their rubbish out of a window and onto the floor? Does nobody care anymore?
The law states that any person caught littering is liable to a fixed penalty fine of £75. The sad fact is that very few councils enforce the penalty. I am all for Bill Bryson and pro keep Britain Tidy. Its about time we all looked after the planet and by taking care and respect of our own rubbish and our own property.
Ironically in the documentary, 80% of the rubbish they found on the side of roads, simply disguarded, were cans or bottles. Things that in the past have had a deposit to ensure they were recycled. I urge the government to impose a law to ensure a deposit system is put in place. Not only would it stop people littering such items so much but it would also help other people in the community. In the United States they charge 10 Cents deposit subject to certain States Law. You litterally see homeless people walking around pushing a supermarket Trolley filled with empty drink cans. The homeless person makes some money, the cans are recycled and the litter is removed. Surely everyones a winner?
But unti they do enforce such action, please put your litter in a bin or take it home with you!
Mop Up
With the GSK project almost in the bag it was time for some of the Mop Ups to begin. Another early Monday morning start had me driving to the office at stupid O'clock. I dont have a problem ever in getting up around 7AM but to get up at 5AM. It sucks.
Still I was up at 5:00, ground my beans and made a huge jug of freshly brewed coffee and sat online for 10 minutes to catch up on emails and facebook before jumping into the shower and making myself ready to leave.
I was unusually quick this week and was actually out of the door and had the car boot loaded with my stuff and was heading up the exit ramp and out through the gate even before Sarah Kennedy came on the Radio. I alwasy thought she started before 06:00.
Now I have my route sorted I am fine. Its not the most direct route, but its the quickest avoiding every bottle neck I know. As my car (Samantha - I named her after Kim Catrell, She's Blond, Fabulous, everyone looks at her and she always gets what she wants!), passed the roundabout and headed onto the bridge the sun was jus starting to come up and was shining, very low on the houses of Parliament. Its an amazing site at that hour. The air is so still and quiet with still light traffic on the roads. Its like there is a freshness about it. I love seeing the houses of Parliament like that.
Managed to get through the day and a few of us went to a gorgeous little country village pub, not far from Heathrow called the Ostrich. They even had a full sized stuffed one upstairs near the bathrooms.
Got home this evening and it was an odd feeling. It was that Friday feeling, but it wasnt Friday. It was Tuesday. I cleaned the appartment, cooked some Chicken Enchileadas (Yummy) and watched the secret Millionaire. Thomas came in for a glass of wine and to watch tv and before we knew it we were burning the midnight oil.
Amazing how the time flies, when you are having fun.
Still I was up at 5:00, ground my beans and made a huge jug of freshly brewed coffee and sat online for 10 minutes to catch up on emails and facebook before jumping into the shower and making myself ready to leave.
I was unusually quick this week and was actually out of the door and had the car boot loaded with my stuff and was heading up the exit ramp and out through the gate even before Sarah Kennedy came on the Radio. I alwasy thought she started before 06:00.
Now I have my route sorted I am fine. Its not the most direct route, but its the quickest avoiding every bottle neck I know. As my car (Samantha - I named her after Kim Catrell, She's Blond, Fabulous, everyone looks at her and she always gets what she wants!), passed the roundabout and headed onto the bridge the sun was jus starting to come up and was shining, very low on the houses of Parliament. Its an amazing site at that hour. The air is so still and quiet with still light traffic on the roads. Its like there is a freshness about it. I love seeing the houses of Parliament like that.
Managed to get through the day and a few of us went to a gorgeous little country village pub, not far from Heathrow called the Ostrich. They even had a full sized stuffed one upstairs near the bathrooms.
Got home this evening and it was an odd feeling. It was that Friday feeling, but it wasnt Friday. It was Tuesday. I cleaned the appartment, cooked some Chicken Enchileadas (Yummy) and watched the secret Millionaire. Thomas came in for a glass of wine and to watch tv and before we knew it we were burning the midnight oil.
Amazing how the time flies, when you are having fun.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Chilled Sunday Afternoon
After we got home last night and Dusan was a little intoxicated. At one stage I asked him to pass me the wine and in his unmeaning to state he practically threw half the drink at me.
He was in bed early to sleep it off. I had hoped I would be able to get a lie in this morning but he was tossing and turning from around 7:00AM and until we get a new matress if one of us is restless, we both are. We both got up just after 9:00.
We have seen and decided on the new matress, its just one of those things where you have to get around to ordering one and arranging delivery.
Dusan had to be at work at 5:00PM so I waited until he was ready and took the train into town with him. He went to work and I headed to the gym.
I had felt like I should have a really good work out after not going to the gym in a few days but after just over 20 minutes of Cardio I was starting to feel fatigued and wished I had eaten more before I left the flat.
Once I left the gym I wandered around the West End trying to find something healthy to eat before taking the train home and doing some Ironining ready for the week ahead.
After packing my clothes for the week and turning off the bedroom light I recived a text from our handsome neighbour, Steve. He was enjoying a drink over in the residents bar opposite the flat and had seen the light go off. Any invite for a drink is always a good one. So I threw on some clothes and walked the 15 seconds accross the petit park to Bar Red.
It really makes you realise what a find this place was. A gym, Bar, Concierge, residents shop and the friendliest neighbours you could ask for. Seems a real find to both of us. But as much as Dusan and I think how happy we are, sometimes it takes another person to tell you for you to really notice. Steve was this week shocked with the news that his landlord had not been paying the mortgage and despite him paying his rent an eviction notice was being placed. He has, thankfully, found a new pad within the devlopement and actually in our building. As he said, once you find a nice place to live and good friends, why would you ever want to leave. We certainly dont want to see him go. After all, its the happy faces you see and enjoy time with that make home a homely place.
With the midnight hour close at hand I have to be in bed soon. Up again at 530AM for another early drive to the office. Hopefully my last away stay for the foreseeable future. Fingers crossed eh?
He was in bed early to sleep it off. I had hoped I would be able to get a lie in this morning but he was tossing and turning from around 7:00AM and until we get a new matress if one of us is restless, we both are. We both got up just after 9:00.
We have seen and decided on the new matress, its just one of those things where you have to get around to ordering one and arranging delivery.
Dusan had to be at work at 5:00PM so I waited until he was ready and took the train into town with him. He went to work and I headed to the gym.
I had felt like I should have a really good work out after not going to the gym in a few days but after just over 20 minutes of Cardio I was starting to feel fatigued and wished I had eaten more before I left the flat.
Once I left the gym I wandered around the West End trying to find something healthy to eat before taking the train home and doing some Ironining ready for the week ahead.
After packing my clothes for the week and turning off the bedroom light I recived a text from our handsome neighbour, Steve. He was enjoying a drink over in the residents bar opposite the flat and had seen the light go off. Any invite for a drink is always a good one. So I threw on some clothes and walked the 15 seconds accross the petit park to Bar Red.
It really makes you realise what a find this place was. A gym, Bar, Concierge, residents shop and the friendliest neighbours you could ask for. Seems a real find to both of us. But as much as Dusan and I think how happy we are, sometimes it takes another person to tell you for you to really notice. Steve was this week shocked with the news that his landlord had not been paying the mortgage and despite him paying his rent an eviction notice was being placed. He has, thankfully, found a new pad within the devlopement and actually in our building. As he said, once you find a nice place to live and good friends, why would you ever want to leave. We certainly dont want to see him go. After all, its the happy faces you see and enjoy time with that make home a homely place.
With the midnight hour close at hand I have to be in bed soon. Up again at 530AM for another early drive to the office. Hopefully my last away stay for the foreseeable future. Fingers crossed eh?
Saturday, August 09, 2008
David Fitzgerald & Petes Civil Partnership
One cant be early to an occasion can one? How else does one make an entrance?
But it was with regret that were late arriving at David & Peters Civilpartnership. They had asked us to meet them at the Slug and Lettuce not far from the London Eye. But we were late in actually arriving thanks to the conections we had to make.
Finally we were there and outside the Slug and Lettuce we were doned with Floral Tributes placed upon our suits. It was such a shame that the sun was not out. August should be clear blue skies and wonderfully warm. No... Our Mother Nature thought not and it was quite cool, even cold, as we boarded the Pod. Wet and dreary it may be but as the Pod doors closed, we were up and away with the clouds and as they asked... is there any person present who has reason.... well there was not a face that was not teared up.
What a wonderfull way to say, I do. With the talking over they cracked open the champaigne and with views as far as the eye could see (Battersea as it was cloudy), noone batted an eye.
From there the official singing of wedding documents were undertaken and then we took the mini buses back to the reception at their flat. Its crazy, David lives exactly 100 meters from my old flat in Vauxhall. On the same street and all.
Wie eye bie eck, says me doing a Yorkshire accent. Talk about a lovely bunch of people. The In Laws were lovely and we were soon plied with alochol and to that extent Dusan at 11PM is in bed (Light weight / Lucky Bitch) but it was lovely reception.
God bless you both and may you have a long and happy future together, forever.
4 Years to go
With Apparantly 4 Billion people watching the 29th Olympic Games commenced in Bejing today. Lucky number 8. It was the the 08/08/08 and the Chinese think the number 8 is a lucky number. I was at work as the games kicked off but caught up thanks to the multiple news chanels we are now able to view.
The fireworks looked outstanding and the choreography amazing. But watching it on the television is like watching fiction. You dont feel any of the atmosphere. You dont feel the economic benefits. Four years from today the Olympic games will be here, in London. Excited? I am. I can rememeber when all of the applications were going through so many of my friends were against it. "It will cost us Millions", they would say. Millions, or rather Billions it may cost to put on but I have seen it turn a city around for the better. Salt Lake City is now a far more modern and efficient city thanks to the Olympic games. With the games comes the media. For 16 full days the World will be watching London, England. Thousands of media representitives from around the World will be here in my home town. When the opening Ceromony happens I wont have to view it on the television, I can walk up Shooters Hill and view the fireworks from the park. I'm excited and ready for the Olympic Games in London.
Did you know the last time that London held the Olympics previously of course, in 1912 and 1948. The bid for the latter apparantly, in Post War Europe London was the only country willing to host the games.
So why my excitement? I'm proud of my city. Its where I have made true friends and found my heart and soul. Its the place I have called home for most of my Adult Life. Its where I have shared precious memories and where I have fought for the love of my life.
The Eurovision Song Contest apparantly was set up to help boost relations between countries way back when. The fact that we cant win anymore with growing Europe is irrelevant over the fact that we have been at Peace within Europe since the 1940's. The Games represent that, Peace. It matters not what is going on in the World but proves that Mankind has the spirtit of survival and competition is at a the heart of that. Countries from around the globe will compete in 28 events for some 300 plus medals in just 16 days to proove who is the best in the World. Not who can build the biggest bomb or who has the strongest Army but who is the best at a particular sport.
Thats why I look forward to 4 years time when the games come to my city. I pray that with the games peace will come to the city too! As for you Olympiads, Good Luck. Oh and why did they ever stop competing naked?
The fireworks looked outstanding and the choreography amazing. But watching it on the television is like watching fiction. You dont feel any of the atmosphere. You dont feel the economic benefits. Four years from today the Olympic games will be here, in London. Excited? I am. I can rememeber when all of the applications were going through so many of my friends were against it. "It will cost us Millions", they would say. Millions, or rather Billions it may cost to put on but I have seen it turn a city around for the better. Salt Lake City is now a far more modern and efficient city thanks to the Olympic games. With the games comes the media. For 16 full days the World will be watching London, England. Thousands of media representitives from around the World will be here in my home town. When the opening Ceromony happens I wont have to view it on the television, I can walk up Shooters Hill and view the fireworks from the park. I'm excited and ready for the Olympic Games in London.
Did you know the last time that London held the Olympics previously of course, in 1912 and 1948. The bid for the latter apparantly, in Post War Europe London was the only country willing to host the games.
So why my excitement? I'm proud of my city. Its where I have made true friends and found my heart and soul. Its the place I have called home for most of my Adult Life. Its where I have shared precious memories and where I have fought for the love of my life.
The Eurovision Song Contest apparantly was set up to help boost relations between countries way back when. The fact that we cant win anymore with growing Europe is irrelevant over the fact that we have been at Peace within Europe since the 1940's. The Games represent that, Peace. It matters not what is going on in the World but proves that Mankind has the spirtit of survival and competition is at a the heart of that. Countries from around the globe will compete in 28 events for some 300 plus medals in just 16 days to proove who is the best in the World. Not who can build the biggest bomb or who has the strongest Army but who is the best at a particular sport.
Thats why I look forward to 4 years time when the games come to my city. I pray that with the games peace will come to the city too! As for you Olympiads, Good Luck. Oh and why did they ever stop competing naked?
Friday, August 08, 2008
Visiting Viking Part II
By the time we had a bit of a lie in the sun was out and a perfect day for sightseeing pursued, so we grabbed our cameras and took the DLR down to Cutty Sark and the Greenwich Pier to pick up the boat up the Thames. I thought with the weather being so nice it would be a perfect way to see some of the sites of London that Christine usually misses when we are on the train or tube.
We purchased our tickets at the booth which if you have a Travelcard or Oyster Card you can save a third off the price. It was Five Pounds for a single from Greenwich to Westminster which was about a 40 minute cruise.
From the Pier the boat went east slightly just giving you a chance to see the old Greenwich Hospital before doing a u-turn and making our way west to Westminster.
Pass dozens of river appartments then clear views of the sky scrapers of Canary Wharf, under Tower Bridge, the Tower of London, HMS Belfast, Oxo Tower, the South Bank, London Eye, the London Aquarium and fnally Parliament and Big Ben. We managed to get around 100 photos of the sites of London.
Once we dissembarked we walked over to Parliament Square and then up Whitehall stopping at Horseguard Parade for some pictures of the mounted guards. Quite by accident as it approached 4 PM they guards all marched and were inspected by a superior before they put the horses away for the evening. We watched the entire 20 minute ceromony, something I have never seen in all my years in London.
We stopped for a coffee at Starbucks and then made our way home to freshen up before heading back to town to meet another Disney friend, Mark. (Aka Lavern). We got as far as the DLR station and missed a train by a matter of seconds which is a double pain now that the DLR is only running every 10 minutes during the upgrade work.
Christine then realised that she had forgotten her phone and we had to go back again, meaning we missed another DLR. We didnt get back into Soho until 9PM.
After a reunion drink at the Duke of Wellington we went to Pierre Victoire for dinner and a catch up. It has been a full five years since the 3 of us last met up. I have the feeling Mark and I should make a trip to Norway sometime.
It was a late night getting home just after midnight, particuarly bad as I had to be up at 515 to get to the office. Doh.
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Lucky Bitches welcomes its 4000th visitor
Yep, its official, since I added the clock 4000 people have come visit. The counter was reset once so its been like that in just over a year. Thanks for stopping by!
Visiting Viking
Christine arrived on Monday evening, landing at Gatwick airport at 730PM. I had arranged to meet her at London Bridge Station and was surprised when she said she was on the train at 20.01. We met up just after 2030 and drove via Sainsbury's so that we could pick up some Creme Fraich and wine so we could eat and drink when we got in. We had a five year absense of dear friends to celebrate.
One fabulous pasta dish and several bottles of wine later we were settled back in the sofa awaiting Dusan's return from work.
Waking late on Thursday (We all needed a lie in) Christine (Pronounced Christina) and I took a walk into Greenwich and do some of the things I have never done since I lived here.
We walked into the old Hospital Buildings, now part of the Greenwich Museum and were surprised at the Beauty we found within. A massive painted dining room, chapel to name but a few. We could have felt we were in Rome not Greenwich.
From there, by law, we had to go to the top of the park so we could see the view and so she could officially put her legs astride the Meridian and tell the world she had been to 0 Degrees Longitude.
Back home in time for a shower, via the DLR, we were glad to have the Ivy call and ask if it was okay to move our table from 1900 to 2000. We gladly agreed. Far more civilised at 8 and gave us enough time to freshen up and enjoy a cocktail in the Residence bar, Red.
We got to the Ivy just before 8pm and were greated and sat in the bar while Christine enjoyed a nice Chablis and we enjoyed a Whiskey Sour each.
Dinner, as always, was truly outstanding. Chicken and Girolle Soup was my starter, though with the hand written menu, I almost thought I was ordering Chicken and Giraffe. Divine none the less. Christine and I opted for the Poulet as our main. A signature dish that require 40 minutes prep time and well worth it. Out fresh chicken was stuffed with Fois Gras and served on a bed of Dauphenois Potatoes. Yummy. Only I had eaten so much soup and bread by then I couldnt finish my main.
Dusan opted for the Steak and had Pistacio Icecream for Dessert while Christine and I could barely stuff down a few truffles and a cognac. All washed down with a fabulous red wine and great company.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, the Ivy is my number one choice restaurant in London. Even if you would say I am a litle biased.
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