It would appear that the fabled English summer has come about 3 months early this year as I have largely spent the last 2 weeks or so in a reclining position catching as much sun on my pale British shoulders as is healthy. I’ve spent the last few months hunched over my bench in the lab hard at work but I’m off work this coming week along with the rest of the department celebrating the imminent Royal Wedding (or not as the case may be, the monarchy never really was my thing). Saying that, any excuse for a pint of ale in the sun is currently perfectly fine with me.
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
I’ve had the last couple of days off as I was in London last night seeing the awesome Peter Kay at the O2 arena. Needless to say, a considerable number of shandies were consumed by all involved and I woke up this morning not feeling particularly fresh to say the least. However, a pint of Kronenbourg and an all-day breakfast meant I was slightly more coherent and thus able to brave the Tube and, horror of horrors, London buses. This all went without a hitch and I got on my train home without too much hassle. I did a crossword, I looked out the window and then I fell asleep in possibly the most uncomfortable position I could muster at that point. An hour later, I pulled into the station and realised I had pins and needles in not just my leg but both arms as well. A couple of minutes were required to sort myself out before I proceeded on a Quasimodo-esque jaunt down the carriage attempting to get some blood back into my limbs. All I can say is that I’m glad no-one saw this.