Saturday, January 28, 2006
The Mayor's Night Out
What a fab start to the weekend!
First of all, we get the tantalising glimpse of a maybe-flurry of snow during the afternoon. At that exact same time I am sat at my desk in Colchester with my team manager working on a particularly troublesome support call. All of a sudden in the bottom right hand corner of my screen arrive mails from all my friends saying things like
- SNOW!
- YAY! SNOW!!!
- I think i saw SNOW!
- SNOWY!!!!!!
as, like I said, I am sat at my desk with my Team Manager. Luckily I think I distracted her by pointing out of the window and saying "Ooh... er.. snow."
Second, I had an excellent journey home from work. The traffic was my friend, oh yes. I did it in half an hour. Unbelievable for a Friday night.
Third, my unc and his lovely wife picked me up to take me out for a curry at the "Back" Passage to India and then to see Ben Elton at the Ipswich Regent. The curry was wonderful (as ever) and Ben Elton was a revelation. It's been ten years since he last toured and whilst he is now rather grey of hair, he's still got it. The ranting is still as funny as he ever was (maybe more so?) and the constant stream of words and gags come fast. If you get a chance to see him on the tour, then do it. Or wait for the DVD. Your choice.
Once Ben had finished talking at us for two hours, it was time to wander off to find Kev in Pals. I've not been out in town for, weeeellll, about two years. And predictably, Pals has not changed (although the prices have gone up) (unbelieveable I know).
And I was having a lovely time. Until about 1am. When the ex- turned up. Oh yes. Lots of other places she could go, but there she was. So we talked for about 90 seconds, my continued insistence on breathing upset her and she ran off (persued by some gimpy looking kid with really really bad face moss). She's lost a lot more weight. Skinny as you like. Still, there was no way I was staying out whilst she was in the same place, style cramped, the threat of some gimpy kid with a silly beard trying to beat me up, etc etc, so I left and came home.
So, an evening that went from the sublime to the ridiculous.
First of all, we get the tantalising glimpse of a maybe-flurry of snow during the afternoon. At that exact same time I am sat at my desk in Colchester with my team manager working on a particularly troublesome support call. All of a sudden in the bottom right hand corner of my screen arrive mails from all my friends saying things like
- SNOW!
- YAY! SNOW!!!
- I think i saw SNOW!
- SNOWY!!!!!!
as, like I said, I am sat at my desk with my Team Manager. Luckily I think I distracted her by pointing out of the window and saying "Ooh... er.. snow."
Second, I had an excellent journey home from work. The traffic was my friend, oh yes. I did it in half an hour. Unbelievable for a Friday night.
Third, my unc and his lovely wife picked me up to take me out for a curry at the "Back" Passage to India and then to see Ben Elton at the Ipswich Regent. The curry was wonderful (as ever) and Ben Elton was a revelation. It's been ten years since he last toured and whilst he is now rather grey of hair, he's still got it. The ranting is still as funny as he ever was (maybe more so?) and the constant stream of words and gags come fast. If you get a chance to see him on the tour, then do it. Or wait for the DVD. Your choice.
Once Ben had finished talking at us for two hours, it was time to wander off to find Kev in Pals. I've not been out in town for, weeeellll, about two years. And predictably, Pals has not changed (although the prices have gone up) (unbelieveable I know).
And I was having a lovely time. Until about 1am. When the ex- turned up. Oh yes. Lots of other places she could go, but there she was. So we talked for about 90 seconds, my continued insistence on breathing upset her and she ran off (persued by some gimpy looking kid with really really bad face moss). She's lost a lot more weight. Skinny as you like. Still, there was no way I was staying out whilst she was in the same place, style cramped, the threat of some gimpy kid with a silly beard trying to beat me up, etc etc, so I left and came home.
So, an evening that went from the sublime to the ridiculous.
