Afternoon Bloggers,
Wow! Some very good views of the last entry, as always i thank you all for sparing a bit of time to read my rant and raves :)
This week, well i say week, its been almost 2 weeks since we last spoke, and in that time what have i done? Iv been in England :) And being in England of course means lots of eating, drinking anf being merry!!
To save youselves reading the same stuff over and over, here il keep it brief (yes i know, this is a first haha!) After leaving Newcastle behind, and of course some great people who i may not see for a while, and some maybe never again, (The brilliant Jumbo, The dude that is Lish, The pest himself Sparky, Dangerously dumb Dave, Lish's missus Sophie, the girl next door Denise, The LAD Craigy boy, My loving sister Tori and her very kind and hospoitable housemates Hannah and Nikki, and of course i couldnt forget the Warbler Becky, Lauren O'Whore and Anna along with the rest of the Cast of RENT, who all together, yes every single one of you :) Made my stay in Newcastle, however brief, one to remember for a long time! (if i forgot anyone mehhh get over it :p ) ) I then moved downwards, to the every lovely land of Donny; ChavVegas, and back to my family and friends who i left behind some three months earlier.
But of course back to Donny doesn't just mean back to family and friends, oh no, it means back to the slog that is a Donny lifestyle; football, drinking, long days in front of the tv and xbox and of course, having to eat allllll that amazing English grub... nom nom nom. Back to the smiling faces of the brother Chris, Little Luke, Shit-Hair Simon, Tramp-look-a-like Matty, Mahoooooosive armed Mazza and Viiiiiiiile Mellor for a wonderful night on the tiles to mark mine and other uni goers return to the Donx for one weekend only. As brilliant as it was, the cold was getting to me, and as the week went on, it was only the football, tv and food that was saving me from the English weather (no 15 degrees isnt warm you nit-wits!!!)
Friday marked a very special day, as the family got together at the Keepmoat stadium to celebrate the 80th birthday of my Grandad, a quiet soul he didn't want all the fuss, but with 102 people to please, he went along with it and as everyone enjoyed their meals, champagne, wine and dancing, the night went swimmingly and i got well and truly steaming, with another night on the donny tiles to follow the do at the Keepmoat. In between dancing ridiculously embarassingly with the family, necking drink after drink and singing We're Jamming rather audibly into a Bob Marley look-a-likes face, i do believe i had a rather good night as we staggered in at 4a.m expecting a raging hangover to dominate an other wise expectadly good Saturday.
45 quids orth of KFC and an average England performance later and i was over the state i was in the night before and looking forward to getting back to Cai. One last thing to do.... more travelling.
As i had been expecting to be dropped off at Stanstead by my Dad on Monday, waking up Sunday to him discussing abandoning me in London with my Uncle Dave and Daniel for me to get the bus over to stanstead monday morning and save hime a 7hour round trip did come as some surprise..... but make the most out of situations is something i find i am rather good at, and a few texts and a beautiful dinner at Black and Blue later and i found myself on the bus over to Bond Street to meet one rather lovely lady, for some rather lovely Haagen Dazs... eventually! When you want a night to go smoothly what can you always rely on? Public transport to bals it up for you!...
Heading to Holland Park tube station i was greeted with a big no can do, closed, brilliant.... so Notting Hill Station was the next port of call, five minute walk up the road, bareable... just. But a phone call from my Uncle as i was about to head down the steps stopped me in my tracks and saw me crossing the road to grab a bus as the circular line managed to be closed as far as Marble Arch the only day of the year i wanted to use it. But as i gritted my teeth and kept out the cold with my three layers i waited begrudgingly for the bus and headed into central.
Greeted by a cheeky grin across the road, all the trouble had been worth seeing that beautiful smile :) Nattt. (bit cheesey!!) And as we walked down Bond street chatting we became well aware that we were indeed walking away from Central, where we did indeed want to be. But eventually, after of course i got us semi-lost looking for Ed's easy Diner, we settled for Haagen Dazs, and after some beautiful ice cream, great coversation and some odd looks from the waiters we were back in the cold, and i was back on the bus, smile on my face.... dreading a day of travelling tomorrow, but safe in the mind that England had once again done me well.
The best thing that came out of Monday? All the chocolate i managed to get over with me, a rather hilarious Air Host, and the luck of the transport being just on time for each next stage.... thank god!! But rounding off the day in the mild Cadiz night with a few bevvies and some good company meant that i was more than happy to be back in Spain, back to the sunshine and blue skies.
Tuesday and Wednesday were happily written off as beach days, Tomorrows 9am will be the wake up call!! But seeing everyone back, even if we did lose embarassingly badly to the Italians, and i did get a nice headache from a stray Alessio elbow, i was happy to be back amongst the great people of Cadiz, and happy to be back to my little Spanish adventure.
Happy Blogging :)
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