Saturday, February 14, 2004
This is the last entry to be written in London. Or England. Or Europe ... We fly out in about 6 hours.
Thursday we went to see my mum, I set up her printer/scanner, we had tea, chatted, and said "bye". There weren't that many tears, for which I am grateful. I'm sure there'll be some if there hasn't been already, but I didn't want to make saying goodbye any harder than it was. Same with my brother Julian last night. A tear or two, but no more. Not painless, but I found it hard to say goodbye. It's not a nice thing, but as human beings we're selfish creatures - else parting would be a breeze.
Thanks to the gang who used to work at CIX with me, back in the mid '90s. Most of them were there at a bar/restaurant in Kingston last night, mainly to say "hi" to Steve Palmer, but it was nice to see them stand at the bus stop with us as Deb & I waited for our bus. I'm assuming they didn't do it just to make sure that "those bastards" really left the country. I'll be keeping an eye out for a geeky rabble trying to bribe BA to get our flight off the ground early.
This hotel continues to amaze me. On a room rate that includes breakfast, we've been charged for breakfast. And the toilet roll ran out this morning with no replacement. Perhaps their logic goes that if punters are charged £30 for brekkie, they won't eat, therefore toilet roll consumption goes down. All very environmentally friendly of course, but it plays hell with my colon. (Too much information there, sorry).
The final act of magic will be performed this morning, of packing my entire life into half a suitcase. It's a law of nature that given four suitcases, the wife uses four and a half. There's a similar law that governs bathroom shelves and bedroom drawers. E=mc^2 takes a back seat to this baby.
A big "Thanks" to the author of the email that came flooding in about the blog. It's nice to get feedback, but no, my penis doesn't need enlarging, nor do my breasts, I have no plans to buy V1agra and please give my regards to your Nigerian father-in-law. It sounds like he deserves a bit more luck in his life.
Ta-ta from jolly old England. Next stop "C-eh?-N-eh?-D-eh?"
Thursday we went to see my mum, I set up her printer/scanner, we had tea, chatted, and said "bye". There weren't that many tears, for which I am grateful. I'm sure there'll be some if there hasn't been already, but I didn't want to make saying goodbye any harder than it was. Same with my brother Julian last night. A tear or two, but no more. Not painless, but I found it hard to say goodbye. It's not a nice thing, but as human beings we're selfish creatures - else parting would be a breeze.
Thanks to the gang who used to work at CIX with me, back in the mid '90s. Most of them were there at a bar/restaurant in Kingston last night, mainly to say "hi" to Steve Palmer, but it was nice to see them stand at the bus stop with us as Deb & I waited for our bus. I'm assuming they didn't do it just to make sure that "those bastards" really left the country. I'll be keeping an eye out for a geeky rabble trying to bribe BA to get our flight off the ground early.
This hotel continues to amaze me. On a room rate that includes breakfast, we've been charged for breakfast. And the toilet roll ran out this morning with no replacement. Perhaps their logic goes that if punters are charged £30 for brekkie, they won't eat, therefore toilet roll consumption goes down. All very environmentally friendly of course, but it plays hell with my colon. (Too much information there, sorry).
The final act of magic will be performed this morning, of packing my entire life into half a suitcase. It's a law of nature that given four suitcases, the wife uses four and a half. There's a similar law that governs bathroom shelves and bedroom drawers. E=mc^2 takes a back seat to this baby.
A big "Thanks" to the author of the email that came flooding in about the blog. It's nice to get feedback, but no, my penis doesn't need enlarging, nor do my breasts, I have no plans to buy V1agra and please give my regards to your Nigerian father-in-law. It sounds like he deserves a bit more luck in his life.
Ta-ta from jolly old England. Next stop "C-eh?-N-eh?-D-eh?"
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