Leaving do was fun. Mini me was down one end of the table entertaining the troops with full scale inter-planetary war complete with horrific bloodshed, staggering casualties and personal tragedies enacted with only his hands and an impressive repetoire of sound effects.
One place round was my best friend (ex colleague) doing her best to encourage him in aforementioned military endeavour whilst getting him to try anchovies and bruschetta.
Three of us are leaving within a month of each other so we had a joint knees up eating far too much, drinking far too much and attempting to scale trees on the way home. Two of our number ended up in the gutter, one had to leave early they were so hammered and for once neither of them were in my immediate family!!
It was great. I should leave work more often.
21 May 2005
fool of a touk!
slight oversight on my part re: impending vienna trip. seems i'm a night short at the hotel. and just as i was thinking i was omnipotent.
18 May 2005
leaving
looking forward to my joint leaving do at work tomorrow evening. still can't properly compute that i'm moving to another branch and leaving everyone behind. i'm sure they'll negotiate the change effortlessly!!
paris
On the champs elysees, this guy was offering to cut out your silhouette for 2 euros in one minute. We watched for a while, very impressed that all he had was a piece of black paper and a pair of scissors. Then of course we parted with our cash and enjoyed being tourists.
In the Sacre Coeur we sat watching the constant stream of visitors pouring in to stress out the attendant at the door. He made more noise telling everyone to shush and move along than the visitors themselves. Just as we were beginning to be irritated, eight nuns appeared at the front and sang the most amazing, haunting piece. It was a special moment.
At the bar, a German couple couldn't get the waiter to understand that they wanted him to make a recommendation from the menu. Eventually I couldn't stand it any longer and offered to help. They were all smiles and thank yous. It was most gratifying until the waiter, whose linguistic problem clearly wasn't limited to foreign languages, proceeded to translate the menu instead of recommend.
In the Sacre Coeur we sat watching the constant stream of visitors pouring in to stress out the attendant at the door. He made more noise telling everyone to shush and move along than the visitors themselves. Just as we were beginning to be irritated, eight nuns appeared at the front and sang the most amazing, haunting piece. It was a special moment.
At the bar, a German couple couldn't get the waiter to understand that they wanted him to make a recommendation from the menu. Eventually I couldn't stand it any longer and offered to help. They were all smiles and thank yous. It was most gratifying until the waiter, whose linguistic problem clearly wasn't limited to foreign languages, proceeded to translate the menu instead of recommend.
16 May 2005
15 May 2005
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