It was great! I saw lots of bears and other polar things.
Okay. You've caught me. There wasn't an expedition, but in the spirit of cheap ass games, it was fun to pretend I had been. The problem is that I didn't have the time to collect the relevent paraphenalia to be convincing about it. That reference will be completely lost on anybody but my brother and maybe my parental unit and sister (if they ever read this), but since this is my blog I can do what I want. Nya.
To be honest, I suppose I've been in a bit of a blogging slump. I've generally been feeling a big ho-hum about it lately (and let's be honest, work's been busy for the past couple of weeks and I've been trying to get out in the nice weather at lunch) I tried to update yesterday, but the computer seems to have eaten the page. I was pretty annoyed - it was a good one...
Let's see. Highlights: I discovered an amazing pub on Tuesday. It's called The Windmill and is in Brixton. I went to hear a Toronto Country band called Loomer because I had heard them on Radio 2 and they were fantastic. The problem is that I think we actually missed them - it seems the gig started earlier than it had said it would on the website (I was informed that before I got there some people sounding suspiciously Canadian were heard to be asking "Do you serve Canadian beeeer?"). Never mind though - it was still a great find. The poor soul that I dragged along to hear the band-that-wasn't-to-be described the pub as something you'd find in the outback. It had a dirty feel to it (dirty as in not-clean - not dirty as in what you'd find at the top of the magazine rack in Becker's) whereby although the couches were comfortable, you'd shudder to think of what had been spilled on them etc. The walls were a great combination of dirty orange and white paint with old smooshed posters all over them, and we were sitting beneath propellors, beer steins (with fake beer being poured out), tea pots and watering cans on the ceilings. I ended up sitting across the table from an ex-pat Newfie and had a brief conversation about Joey Smallwood and CN rail. Anyway, it did seem a bit of an oasis on a residential street in Brixton. I highly recommend it should you find yourselves in London. It's occured to me that frequenting such venues is probably a great way to find new bands...
My flatmate and I were witness to the BBC's 12:30 am"International" weather forecast that consisted of the weather in: Wyoming, Indiana, Buenos Airies and Lima, Peru. It really gave us a good giggle!
I've been continuing with my training (another 5K this weekend). My friend and I discovered that we can walk 10K in just over an hour, so even if we only run half of it, it won't be a disgrace! I'm feeling pretty confident about plugging my way through it though. I got slightly lost on a run this morning - these curvy London streets do my head in!
I'm going to my first Rugby game on Sunday (Rugby League) and am very excited! My summer camp friend Murmle is coming with Rich and I (you'll remember Rich from such blog entries as the London Racers experiences), and I'm really looking forward to it. It's supposed to rain on Sunday and that will make it that much more exciting!
Other than that, it's business as usual!
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