Saturday, 3rd June.
This morning I played for the Ispurs team again. But before I
set off, I made a quick call to Tasmania to find out the footy
score. Carlton by a lot, that's what I wanted to hear! Mum put the
phone near the radio and I listened to the 3LO wrap-up.
Bayswater station was closed because of a "security alert", so
that meant that I had to travel to Maida Vale by a much more
circuitous route. I arrived a few minutes before kickoff, but
unsurprisingly proceedings were running a little late.
After a match that had plenty of entertainment for the spectators
(one bloke's wife and their baby) we left the field victorious,
although winning 6-5 is not the way to do things. After the match I
put on my Carlton jumper, and we went to a local pub for a drink
(lemonade for me). And the pub was called the Carlton Tavern.
Rockin'. And the barmaid had a hairy neck and chin. Urgh.
On the way home I stopped off at the Everything For A Pound store
to buy Jules a birthday present. I picked up a Fitney Spheres poster,
an Ali G poster (featuring breasts, Jules is sure to like that) and a
water pistol. I know that Si and Mox will thank me for that. As I
paid for these quality items, the bloke next to me said "There's going
to be some fun this afternoon!" gesturing at the water pistol.
"Oh yeah," I said, "there will be mayhem aplenty." "You could fill them
up with Foster's!" he suggested. "Goodonya."
I didn't bother wrapping the presents, just gave them to Jules
in the plastic shopping bag. He then made for the kitchen to fill up
his water pistol. I raced upstairs. Little did Jules know that I
bought myself a water pistol at the same time. I've said it before,
I may be an idiot but I'm not stupid!
So I filled my water pistol in the bathroom, which is upstairs.
When I entered the living room, Jules not unexpectedly opened fire on
me. He was a little surprised when I replied with a drenching of my
own. Mox was lured downstairs and given a spray, before Jules and I
embarked on a full-on water pistol fight in the house. Boys will be
That evening we went to a local bar for a drink. There were stacks
of medical students there. I was introduced to a bloke called Henry,
who I had met before, in fact I met him at his birthday party. That
was held at the pub just down the road from the Dawes Road Palace, and
I'd been hob-nobbing with the medical students, and just as I was
leaving I figured that I had better meet Henry, since it was his party
after all. So I said hi, I'm the new flatmate, nice to meet you, I'm
going home now, see ya.
Anyway, after I had been re-introduced to Henry I was introduced to
Henry's sheila. Well done Henry!
As I've mentioned before, licensed establishments close at 11pm in
England. Ridiculopathy. To get around this, many places have
"lock-ins", where they close the doors at 11pm but keep serving. It's
not very legal. There was a lock-in at the joint where we were
tonight, and we stayed until late by English standards.
I'm looking for a way to neatly tie up this entry, but there isn't.
Fact is the evening ended with us wandering home, and then Si and Suze
had a massive barney upstairs. So I was watching all kinds of rubbish
on tv waiting for them to finish so I could go to bed and get some