Directions

1. Start at Leicester Square

2. Catch Piccadilly Line to London Heathrow Airport.

3. Catch flight from London Heathrow to Dallas Fort Worth Airport.

4. Hire car at Dallas Fort Worth Airport.

5. Start going toward the “Airport Exit” on “International Parkway
South”
– Follow for 0.2 miles.

6. Bear left onto the highway toward “Terminal East Parking” –
follow
for
0.3 miles

7. Bear left onto “International Parkway North” toward “North
Airport
Exit” – Follow for 2.9 miles

8. Take the “Highway 114 west” exit toward “Fort Worth” – follow for
29.2
Miles

9. Then continue on “US 287 north” – follow for 91.1 miles

10.”US 287 north” becomes “Interstate-44 east” – follow for 0.7
miles

11. Take left fork onto “US-287 north” toward “Vernon” – follow for
104.0
Miles

12.”US 287 north” becomes “Avenue F (US-287)” – follow for 2.8 miles

13. Continue to follow “US 287 north” – follow for 104.9 miles

14. Take left ramp onto “Interstate 40 west” toward “Dumas” – follow
for
7.8 Miles

15. Take “Exit 70” onto “US 60 east” toward “Dumas” – follow for 0.5
Miles

16. Take the “Buchanan Street” exit toward “Dumas/Pampas” – follow
for
1.7
Miles

17. Turn right onto “Old Route 66 (Interstate 40)” – follow for 0.1
miles

Now that’s the way to f*cking Amarillo!!!!!!!!
SO CAN EVERYONE STOP SINGING IT NOW . . .!

I am so crap

Okay so here is the deal. I’m on my way home from lunch in Soho and get the tube from Leicester Square to Balham and we have to stop at Kennington. So everyone gets off and we wait for the next southbound train.
I glance up at the other people waiting and there is a really cute guy looking at me. Well at least I think he is looking at me.
So thinking I really should make some sort of effort to look away he starts smiling and I immediately think I have a bogey hanging from my nose r something. No, he is genuinely smiling at me. Nice. The tube arrives and we get on the same carriage but different doors. He is still looking at me and I am stil looking at him. I’m thinking he is really very cute.
Eventually I muster the courage and decide I should go over and say hi, offer him my number when we pull into Stockwell and he gets off looking back at me.
I am by nature indecisive so debate internally whether I should get off and then say hi. By the time I have had this internal debate however the tube has moved off and the chance has gone. The only thing left would be to put one of those ads in the back of boyz. You know the ones.

‘Saturday 27th April around 6pm. Southbound Northern Line, saw you at Kennington station and we got on the same carriage. Me Camo bottoms, green jacket and baseball cap. You cute with gorgeous brown eyes. You smiled and I was too shy to come and say hi. Contact me on 0780 150 XXXX.’

Friday Night Dave’s leaving party

Friday Night

Dave‘s leaving party at Retro Bar turned into more of a blogmeet than anything else. Wendy and Leslie had done wonders with the bar and lovely food, even going as far as to include kiwi fruit on the platters 😉 After a few tears, a few tantrums, and discussions about sweet tobacco and iced gems, I was convinced to go to Popstarz to continue the celebrations.
The club was packed but fun and Oliver [flirty straight boy] and Cathy [his girlfriend] kept us amused with their antics. Later after Tom had fallen asleep for what seemed like the tenth time we joined the queue to get our jackets. It seemed to snake around the entire club before eventually arriving at the coat check. Still it gave us time to cruise and be cruised. All this excitement was followed by a cab journey back to south London for pizza and pringles.

Saturday

After getting up late and missing Simon in the process I had a very lazy but enjoyable Saturday. I also managed to get rid of the futon and fridge that have been in my hall for a year. So I now have space for my bike, and Fabio’s bike, and Elric’s bike…
Although we had intentions of going out or going to see a film we ended up staying in and vegging. I’m not complaining though it was nice quality time.

Sunday

Got up relatively early as Nige was bringing Jack back to mine. Also we had plans to go and have Sunday lunch with Meg & Paul, Tom and Scally. A change of venue from the Ship in Hammersmith to the Curtains Up in West Ken was probably not good. The food and service left a lot to be desired so it was just as well we were gathered for the company and not the cuisine.
We then ventured into Leicester Square for Ice Cream and a jaunt in HMV. All of which was a pleasant and undemanding way to finish off the weekend.

I think the main thing I’ll miss about the pesky antipodean is the relaxed attitude to everything.

Alcohol is NOT our friend

Saturday
Spence, and Glenn along with David [yes another one] and Benjy and I had dinner in Leicester Square. The table next to us managed to set their candle on fire – yes I know they are supposed to burn but not the entire thing all at once. The waiter casually opened the door to prevent the smoke alarms from activating ina a manner that suggested it may be a common occurence. We were joined later by Scally and the lovely Bruce for coffee before heading over to Barcode for a couple of drinks. Oh and meeting Chris again too.

Sunday
Pub lunch with alcohol and smutty comments about 20 year old waiters and 18 year old bar men, with Spence, Glenn and David [yes yet another david – common as muck that name] was followed by coffee back at mine and then yet more drinks and smutty conversation at bar ABV.
I then ventured into soho to meet up with Dave, Tom, Simon and Bart. Poor Bart I think was a little overwhelmed by the banter and it only got worse from there. We started in the Friendly Society which I must say must be one of the most stupidly expensive and dark bars in London. May as well have been in a dark room for the amount we could see. Low ambient lighting I can cope with but when someone lights a cigarette and the entire bar lights up you have to wonder if they have taken subtlety to the limits. Village was a stagger [well 2 or 3 steps] away. Dave decided to enlighten Tom about some of my history – thanks. I then decided to embark on making it worse. Somethings you should never discuss whilst drunk. Like job interviews for Bass pubs 😉
Swiftly moving along Compton Street to Manto’s where Tom and I read a smutty comic in fits of giggles to be scolded repeatedly by the ever mature Mrs Davo. We also leered at some cute guy for a while before practically begging him not to leave – well we sort of did it quiet enough so he couldn’t hear and he left anyways without noticing.
All in all a very pleasant weekend with good company and way too much alcohol.

I’m sure there was something I was supposed to blog about Tom but can’t remember now – will need to ask him to remind me later 😉