Tuesday, 2nd May.
The Super Bowl
Some would consider it the pinnacle of American Sport, an extravaganza,
a worldwide television spectacle, while the folks in Acton think it's a place
where you can bowl for as long as you like and drink as much as you can
for only £15.
I'd already balked at the price and ruled myself a non-starter early on in
the piece. Having whipped up a delightful tagliatelle carbonara I was about
to do the washing up when Simon burst into the kitchen: "Let's get radical!"
Radical indeed. We got changed into our glad rags and headed off to Acton,
via Hammersmith. In Hammersmith we collected three more medical students
(I have met a helluvalotof medical students recently) and answered the eternal
question, how do you fit four medical students and an Australian into a Mardi
Gras? Two in the front, three in the back. Apparently.
We found the Super Bowl somehow. All-you-can-drink meant that a few members
of the party that had been there for a while were nicely done thank-you.
I can't for the life of me remember why everyone was going bowling, but then
again I say that you don't need an excuse to go bowling, you need an excuse to
not go bowling.
Again, more medical students. They were all medical students. Simon and I
shared a game (we have no idea who paid for us, but good on 'em!) and I bowled
worse than I ever have in my life. No excuses!
Simon had an exam the next day, and there's a rumour going round that I'm a
working man, so we had to leave the party early. Into the Mardi Gras, and away
In hindsight, we shouldn't have attempted to take the quick way home. Three
missed motorway exits later, we found ourselves in Paddington. (No sign of the
bear.) So we took the scenic route home. Down Park Lane, past Hyde Park, round
Marble Arch, past Harrods all lit up, and eventually back to the Dawes Road
You make your own fun.