Its been an extremely long time since i have written anything profound, or worth reading for that matter so i dont expect this to be any better. Concider this your warning...
Falling off the couch i had passed out on the night before i crashed into a pile of shoes (dont ask, i dont remember) shook my head then squeaked an eye open.. christ i hate mornings, there is one thing i hate more than mornings though and that is waking up on a friday morning an hour late for work already and having to STILL travel another hour to get to work. I did what any loyal and devoted employee would do, called in sick and went back to bed....
2 hours later i was awake and ready to start the day. My flatmate Hans was running around trying to get his papers in order for the Japanese Embassy (his girlfriend lives in Japan and he was going to visit). He asked if i wanted to accompany him on his quest and i agreed in exchange for a promise that firstly he would buy me beer afterwards and secondly that i could wear a suit.. You may be wondering why the fuck i would want to wear a suit on a friday i had taken off, you may not but yes i will tell you either way.
Im a graphic designer, have been for a good 6 years now and my work outfit consists of 3/4 pants, slops and an untucked shirt, sporting a matching caveman goatee and a face wriddled with piercings so ofcourse, on my days off i like to smarten up and see how the rest of the sad London City boys feel roaming around in a suit all day.. I have to admit it was fun!!!
I have been in London only 2 months now so havent seen alot of it yet, mostly just the inside of a few local pubs, clubs and bedrooms *wink wink* so today i was going to expand my travel horison and wander into foreign territory. I was ready, armed with a beer and a cheezy grin and we were off. We took the District line to Picadilly, commenting on all the decent cleavage and ass we could (both of our girls are out of the country and its been awhile since either of us had gotten laid). A few stops later and we were at the embassy which is across the road from Buckingham Palace... A sight i have yet to visit, or want to visit for that matter. I honestly cant think of anything more boring than wandering around some old ladies giant house, especially after paying to do so... Hans got his shit in order, his forms signed etc and we left...
Now it was my turn! my reward for being so patient and sharing my awesome entertaining prescence with him.. beer, lots and lots of beer... we found a bar called "The Bok Bar" -
(NOTSO)INTERESTING FACT -: Bok, comes from the shortened word, Bokka, which comes from the shortened word, Springbok, which comes from the shortened word, Springbuck, which is South Africas Rugby team... IE: BokBar, a bar with South Africans... woohoo...
We started our drinking experience off by scaring some australians out of the bar, then drinking 6 Jagerbombs within a few seconds, scaring out the rest of the English locals, We made friends with a 30something Dutch Farmer who had been working, traveling, smoking pot and growing his hair into this snazzy yet horrible mullet... Made friends with the Saffer barlady and the Irish owner and had an alround awesome time until Hans's missus phoned and ordered him to go home so she could Skype him (lol) which we decided was a good idea because we had spent a small fortune already. We got home, I finished off some more beer and then went to sleep.....and yes by sleep i mean passed out on a couch surrounded by shoes (long story). That concludes my friday night, Saturday and today will have to wait till later because i need to drop the kids off at the pool...and yes by that i mean i need to take a shit...
