Bear blog

My wonderful weekend included bikes, Londoners, barbequeing in the rain, Ajax, vinegar beer and a delicious plate of Suc Don Cok.

 

Alby and Pee took me on a mega bike ride up to Darren's on Saturday. It involved a serious amount of pedalling and an even more serious amount of bitching at Alby's idea of a 'pootling pace'. Pah. There were three hills. The first one nearly killed me, the second one finished me off. The third one I only managed to get up by singing the Rocky theme very loudly. And even then it took me a while. I'm a dab hand at gears n'that now though. I even used the ones on the right. I have also confirmed for myself that I don't like downhills. They're too fast. I like going at a pace where I can put my feet down and not have them taken off at the ankle.

 

For some reason, we decided that it'd be a good idea to barbeque on Saturday evening, despite knowing in advance that it was going to rain. It did. But we managed to wolf a few sausages before retreating indoors for beer and sleepiness. (Which reminds me that I've still got half a bottle of San Miguel in the fridge. Ooh.) Also, Alby told me the sickest joke in the world. It was very good but I'm not sure whether my mum liked it. For some reason she didn't reply to my text.

 

On Sunday we got visited by a couple of dirty Londoners. Me and Pete met up with everyone in the Swan, but not before going mental at the cooker with half a bottle of Ajax. It was terribly satisfying in a way that Cillit Bang really isn't. I think I've discovered brand loyalty.

 

The pub involved drinking Varschteiner shandy (very yummy) and classical tart sediment (appalling in every way) as well as enjoying the simple pleasures that hog lumps bring.

 

Then it was off to the nice Thai place again where the waiter was rather harried and rubbish and the prawns were soily. Apparently. But the prawn crackers were warm which has never happened to me before, and the company was good.

 

I think if your holidays are going to end, they should end with a weekend like mine.

I had a very nice birthday, thanks for asking.

Zumo gave me a free smoothie which I thoroughly enjoyed (although it was a bit watery) and Pete got me a blender (because that's what old people get one another) and a bike (because I need to conquer my fear...and get to work).

And I got lots of books and lots of music and lots of CSI to keep me occupied till Christmas. Pete's dad gave me £20 which I promptly took off down Waterstones. Me likee three for two.

 

We took the bike out round the back for half an hour. It's blue, by the way, which should give you an indication of how fast it goes. (Clurb's law of physics No. 3 states that red is the fastest colour, but blue's not bad). I didn't fall off, although my turning circles are mahoosive and I'm not very good at getting on and off the thing. Oh, and I clipped a wheelie bin with my handlebars due to my appalling lack of spacial awareness. But I managed to change gears quite a bit. And I'm still alive. Bargain.

 

Then my parents turned up and brought even more presents. Which was nice. I've got a lovely big jar of manuka honey to be getting on with, a tube that makes noises, and a big silver bouncy ball for rolling around on. 

 

Then Lizzah turned up and I got a new cup and a funny card with stickers in it.

 

And then Alan turned up and gave me his Euro Millions application form. Which I may well fill in. And some comedy.

 

And then we took my parents to Siam Garden which was ridiculously good. The fish cakes are a must. And the waitress had big eyes. After the shocking disappointment of Thai Orchid's puddings, we opted not to bother with pudding there but still managed to leave sated. Huzzah. We have found a place we wouldn't mind going back to.  

 

To end the day, Pete and I sat in front of Die Hard and marvelled at how badly Bruce Willis has aged.

 

Lovely. Ta very much.