Vroooooooom!
June 28, 2005 at 10.37 amPhone rings at some godawful hour. 7.50am. I remember that I’d said that Ben and Kate could come over to watch the rugby on Sky. I stagger downstairs, let them in, introduce them to Hash* in the living room, and leave them to it. Sleeeeeeeeeep.
* Boyfriend of Housemate Janette. Apparently, my housemates didn’t bat an eyelid when confronted with a living room containing three people, none of whom live there, and two of whom aren’t really known to the house. My housemates are great.
Eventually wake up, and go karting in honour of Si’s birthday. Manage a creditable 5th (out of 34). Those things should DEFINITELY have some sort of weight handicap system - there’s nothing more sodding frustrating than losing out to someone who can’t pick a decent line through a corner, but just out-accelerates you into every sodding straight. Grrrr.
This is followed by a few drinks in the Kingsway, which is the cheapest pub in the world, then into town for a Mexican meal at El Macho. Good food, but utterly incompetent service. Admittedly, the waitress (Joanna) was very nice, but still…my boss reports that, the one time she went there, she was given a meaty dish. As a vegetarian, she was not impressed, especially considering that it was in a tortilla wrappy thing, so the meat was hidden until t’boss cut into it. Joanna did admit to having gone through 48 cans of lager with a mate the day before, so that might explain things.
Eventually head over to O’Shea’s, but not before waiting a while for people to find cashpoints. As Si and I waited, we saw a girl handing out flyers for 5th Ave, a nearby club. She wasn’t having much luck, and looked just about the loneliest, most pathetic girl in the world. I said hello, and we then headed into O’Shea’s. Not a bad place, for an Irish theme bar - usually has diddly-diddly music of some sort, but this time it was a covers band.
The womenfolk there were a mixture of (in order of increasing scarcity):
- Mutton dressed as mutton.
- Mutton dressed as lamb.
- Lamb dressed as mutton.
- Lamb dressed as lamb.
Sometime after midnight (I think) the three of us left, left.

mmmmmm Lamb dressed as lamb…
Comment by Hoose — June 28, 2005 @ 5.46 pm
I remember briefly entertaining the horrific thought of the Three Old Hags trying to chat us up.
Comment by Anonymous — June 28, 2005 @ 6.10 pm