My 23rd Birthday, Journey Back, Photography & Mates Blogs
One ace point about my weekend that I failed to mention was that major steps for the planning of my 23rd birthday went underway! On the 4th of next month I turn 23 (which, that thought alone, is very, very scary). Me and Han booked a hotel in the West London for dirt cheap. From the images, it looks like we got a steal: it looks very, very pretty. But we shall see, won’t we when we arrive.
With that said, me and Han are planning on doing the one thing we were planning on doing before we got…ahem…’distracted’: going out in London. Neither of us are major heavy drinkers, and would much rather find a nice pub rather than go dancing. Well, Han would prefer dancing, but fuck it, it’s my fucking birthday, and if I want to sit in a pub/bar in Covent Garden, drinking real ale, then I shall.
However, I am open to suggestions. Where should I go to get fairly merry on Saturday 3rd March?
The one thing I am dreading about my actual birthday is the fact that I’ll have to navigate the Dickensian rail network, on a Sunday, with a hangover the size of Barnsley. The journey back wasn’t too bad (my new coat, which has pockets I’m sure that lead to Narnia, is also a bloody good travel pillow), but apparently I disturbed a rather important business meeting by talking in my sleep. Cheap bastard company should’ve splashed out for first class, I say.
The journey down, as previously mentioned, was terrible. I cannot articulate at how frustrated I was when arriving into London Euston, the train was 55 minutes late, as opposed to the “We give refunds” at an hour. It still fucked up my visit, meaning I lost a precious hour with the gorgeous Han. If I see Richard Branson in the street, I’ll threaten to shave off his crap goatee unless he gives me 50 notes in compensation.
Right. Rant out of the way. Happy time. I feel I should do more with my phone camera. If you ever go into Han‘s room in Kent (you do, and I will be asking serious questions), you’ll notice her moo cards, which are like business cards, but with her flickr photos on them. As I have seemingly began to inherit han’s cleanliness and non-ballscratchingness, I also want moo cards. But my photos are, well, crap. So, I hope to be snapping away to try and get better.
Finally, I thought I’d pimp my mates blog, Tom (lurker Tom, not commenter Tom) has started a blog on football, called The Beautiful Game. He has sent quite a bit of traffic this way, hence the pluggage. It’s not for everybody I know, but if you are interested in football, it’s well worth reading.
Plus he’d probably give me digs at easter if I didn’t mention it.
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50 £100 notes
Ballscratching is unladylike and rude! (not to mention dirrrrrty!) *think of the diseases*
It is a well posh hotel /stainesness
Of course it’s unladylike! When was the last time you saw a lady with Balls!
Tom, don’t answer that…
I thought tom was a lady with balls
I have to say I prefer Camden to Covent Garden….
Clapham High street is pretty good for a night out too but could be a little far out. I know some lovely chilling out bars – as it’s my ‘hood!
How are you finding the thought of turning 23? I’m 23 in June and I really don’t want to be! I’d quite happily have stayed 19 – that was a good year.
23? 23? You’re worried about being 23?
If putting the pipe down, getting up, navigating the zimmerframe to the stairlift and putting on all those layers of clothes wasn’t such an effort, I’d come over there and slap you.
27 is where-it’s-at baby.
And Covent Garden? You’re not that much of a tourist, try Shoreditch or Old Street. Much better, much nicer and they do real ale too.
Cel – stop making out that Clapham isn’t the Devil’s shit hole
I’m now free that weekend so i’ll be there!!
Any plans apart from a real ale? Pubs? Clubs?
Clapham High Street is ace! Soooo much eye candy.
I try and avoid Shoreditch and Old Street as it’s no fun on the weekend when all the hotties in suits aren’t there!
27 – sheesh I’d be having a life crisis – it’s far to near 30 for my liking.
I am 23 this year also but I am currently in denial about it and I agree 19 was a good year
The hotel idea for your birthday sounds very nice indeed!
Go to a football game. For me. Goal Portugal!!! Sorry, watching a game while I type this…