Oooh 'eck!!
I have just won a new blog on the weebl + bob website!! Don't panic though - it won't be updated as often as this one and it'll be filled with pap. Once I have the link I'll stick it up on the left. I didn't expect to get one to be honest but I seem to be a little more popular than I though. I left a particularly fawning message to everyone who voted for me.
I've done very little in the last 24 hours so I don't have much to say. I have thought about my finacial position for the month and I think I'm covered so that is now off my mind and I have made an appointment to see my solicitor so the house will be sorted out on Monday. Don't feel cheated though because here, as promised, is the story of the Swansea Night-Team Night-Out:
Apologies to anyone with a dial-up modem - This will be picture heavy...
Due to the nature of shift work some of us had to work the previous night so the plan for the evening was:
2pm - Meet up in The Cross Keys for the people who weren't working the previous night
7pm - Meet up in The Potter's Wheel for the rest
8pm - Eleo's swanky restaurant for slap up food and then we'll take it from there.
Due to my inherent idiocy I decided that if I got a couple of hours of sleep I could make it by 4pm so I wouldn't miss much. Bizarrely, I made it!!. There were more people in The Cross Keys than I thought would be there and the majority had been there since 2 o'clock. Now, I am usually quite a reliable person and I hate the idea of "fashionable lateness" so I know that if you say 2 o'clock then people should arrive around 4 but these guys nearly restored my faith in human nature. We had a couple of pints in The Cross Keys and I had a Chilli burger (I wouldn't recommend it - the burger was nice but the chilli wasn't) and decided to move on to The No-Sign Bar.
The No-Sign Bar is pretty special to me. It is the one of the few places where you can carry pretentiousness with you and not be frowned upon. I have sat in their comfy leather armchairs drinking cappuccino and reading Sartre on numerous occasions and no-one batted so much as an eye-lid. It is, supposedly, an old haunt of Dylan Thomas but then, let's face it, it's a pub so no surprises there. All pretentious coffee drinking ambitions where quickly dispelled when we grabbed ourselves a pint, sat down in the pews in the restaurant area and began a vociferous conversation about masturbation. I won't go into explicit detail but as there were no ladies present no-one was pulling any punches. Strange isn't it how most "must not be discussed in front of ladies" subjects are now forgotten but masturbation remains toned-down to say the least. I digress. During a particularly rowdy part of the discussion a young waitress came over to serve the drinks. The conversation sudenly came to a full stop and we were left talking in hushed tones and looking decidedly sheepish. Sue turned up, we had a couple more drinks and then headed off to The Potter's Wheel.
As I mentioned earlier, my faith in human nature had been fully restored but all this was soon to change. For a Monday evening The Potter's was quite busy. Not so busy that you had difficulty with getting service but busy enough to be standing-room only. We were lucky enough to spot an empty table but there were no seats around it. We did the natural thing and went on a seat hunt which, on the whole, was successful. We sat down and continued with our various conversations only to be interupted by the idiot behing us throwing his beer over Ralph with absolutely no provocation at all. I'm not kidding!! I'm not doing the "no siree, we had done nothing to cause offence (except for calling him a tosser)" thing here - There was NO provocation AT ALL. My faith in human nature was crushed again. The only sensible thing to do was move and so we went further down into the pub. A few of us were a bit pissed off but decided that this wasn't the time for retaliation and later we learned that the guy in question was going to prison on Monday - who says there's no justice in the world. Eventually we were joined by the stragglers, had a couple more pints and headed off to Eleo's.
I have lived in Swansea for a LONG time but I had never been to Eleo's before. To be honest I didn't think it looked up to much but it was lovely. The food was fantastic and, for the most part, the service was efficient and enthusiastic. There were 10 of us and we weren't in any mood to skimp on meals so we ordered in a bottle of champers and a seemingly endless supply of Rioja. The meal selection was excellent and we all had particularly decadent dishes - I decided on the pate-stuffed chicken but I was giving serious consideration to the lobster. We ended up pretty much sharing everything so everyone could taste what each others meals were like and I was impressed with them all. The waitresses were really friendly and we managed to get a couple of conversations going. I think most of the guys fell in drunken-love with at least one or another of them and I was most taken with "the French one" - She did tell me her name but I was drunk and forgot it. The guy who was also helping to serve us looked VERY annoyed ALL the time but I'm not sure if it was because he wasn't impressed with our drunken shenanigans or whether he just looked like that anyway.
After the meal we carried on with various conversations but we almost managed to escape thoughts of work for a while. It was a wonderful time and the first time that we have all been able to let our hair down at the same time. It seemed like we'd been there for 5 minutes buit suddenly it was time for the restaurant to close which was our cue to make our way home. We hung out on the Kingsway for a while being a bit lairy but harmless and then drifted off to our various modes of transport. I had a great time and took some great photos of everyone. for the sake of space and in the name of comedy I have chosen the best of the best and given them captions. I hope you enjoy them.
A familiar face for those who regularly follow my blog
Andrew - My future lodger (hopefully) and good friend for the last couple of years
Sue (the lady of the team) and Geraint (The best Team-leader in ntl)
G again but I have no idea what he's up to there.
David - a relative new-comer to the team but an asset anyway
Left-Right from the centre - French Waitress, Cadpig, Ceri and Silent Bob)
Andrew again - what an expression!!
Speaks for itself. The team as a whole featuring (clockwise from bottom left):
Cadpig, Ceri, Silent Bob (Nathan), Me, Alex, Andy, David (Missing from photo), Ralph, Sue and G.
Today's Word: INDELIBLE
Today's Mood: Smiley
I have just won a new blog on the weebl + bob website!! Don't panic though - it won't be updated as often as this one and it'll be filled with pap. Once I have the link I'll stick it up on the left. I didn't expect to get one to be honest but I seem to be a little more popular than I though. I left a particularly fawning message to everyone who voted for me.
I've done very little in the last 24 hours so I don't have much to say. I have thought about my finacial position for the month and I think I'm covered so that is now off my mind and I have made an appointment to see my solicitor so the house will be sorted out on Monday. Don't feel cheated though because here, as promised, is the story of the Swansea Night-Team Night-Out:
Apologies to anyone with a dial-up modem - This will be picture heavy...
Due to the nature of shift work some of us had to work the previous night so the plan for the evening was:
2pm - Meet up in The Cross Keys for the people who weren't working the previous night
7pm - Meet up in The Potter's Wheel for the rest
8pm - Eleo's swanky restaurant for slap up food and then we'll take it from there.
Due to my inherent idiocy I decided that if I got a couple of hours of sleep I could make it by 4pm so I wouldn't miss much. Bizarrely, I made it!!. There were more people in The Cross Keys than I thought would be there and the majority had been there since 2 o'clock. Now, I am usually quite a reliable person and I hate the idea of "fashionable lateness" so I know that if you say 2 o'clock then people should arrive around 4 but these guys nearly restored my faith in human nature. We had a couple of pints in The Cross Keys and I had a Chilli burger (I wouldn't recommend it - the burger was nice but the chilli wasn't) and decided to move on to The No-Sign Bar.
The No-Sign Bar is pretty special to me. It is the one of the few places where you can carry pretentiousness with you and not be frowned upon. I have sat in their comfy leather armchairs drinking cappuccino and reading Sartre on numerous occasions and no-one batted so much as an eye-lid. It is, supposedly, an old haunt of Dylan Thomas but then, let's face it, it's a pub so no surprises there. All pretentious coffee drinking ambitions where quickly dispelled when we grabbed ourselves a pint, sat down in the pews in the restaurant area and began a vociferous conversation about masturbation. I won't go into explicit detail but as there were no ladies present no-one was pulling any punches. Strange isn't it how most "must not be discussed in front of ladies" subjects are now forgotten but masturbation remains toned-down to say the least. I digress. During a particularly rowdy part of the discussion a young waitress came over to serve the drinks. The conversation sudenly came to a full stop and we were left talking in hushed tones and looking decidedly sheepish. Sue turned up, we had a couple more drinks and then headed off to The Potter's Wheel.
As I mentioned earlier, my faith in human nature had been fully restored but all this was soon to change. For a Monday evening The Potter's was quite busy. Not so busy that you had difficulty with getting service but busy enough to be standing-room only. We were lucky enough to spot an empty table but there were no seats around it. We did the natural thing and went on a seat hunt which, on the whole, was successful. We sat down and continued with our various conversations only to be interupted by the idiot behing us throwing his beer over Ralph with absolutely no provocation at all. I'm not kidding!! I'm not doing the "no siree, we had done nothing to cause offence (except for calling him a tosser)" thing here - There was NO provocation AT ALL. My faith in human nature was crushed again. The only sensible thing to do was move and so we went further down into the pub. A few of us were a bit pissed off but decided that this wasn't the time for retaliation and later we learned that the guy in question was going to prison on Monday - who says there's no justice in the world. Eventually we were joined by the stragglers, had a couple more pints and headed off to Eleo's.
I have lived in Swansea for a LONG time but I had never been to Eleo's before. To be honest I didn't think it looked up to much but it was lovely. The food was fantastic and, for the most part, the service was efficient and enthusiastic. There were 10 of us and we weren't in any mood to skimp on meals so we ordered in a bottle of champers and a seemingly endless supply of Rioja. The meal selection was excellent and we all had particularly decadent dishes - I decided on the pate-stuffed chicken but I was giving serious consideration to the lobster. We ended up pretty much sharing everything so everyone could taste what each others meals were like and I was impressed with them all. The waitresses were really friendly and we managed to get a couple of conversations going. I think most of the guys fell in drunken-love with at least one or another of them and I was most taken with "the French one" - She did tell me her name but I was drunk and forgot it. The guy who was also helping to serve us looked VERY annoyed ALL the time but I'm not sure if it was because he wasn't impressed with our drunken shenanigans or whether he just looked like that anyway.
After the meal we carried on with various conversations but we almost managed to escape thoughts of work for a while. It was a wonderful time and the first time that we have all been able to let our hair down at the same time. It seemed like we'd been there for 5 minutes buit suddenly it was time for the restaurant to close which was our cue to make our way home. We hung out on the Kingsway for a while being a bit lairy but harmless and then drifted off to our various modes of transport. I had a great time and took some great photos of everyone. for the sake of space and in the name of comedy I have chosen the best of the best and given them captions. I hope you enjoy them.
A familiar face for those who regularly follow my blog
Andrew - My future lodger (hopefully) and good friend for the last couple of years
Sue (the lady of the team) and Geraint (The best Team-leader in ntl)
G again but I have no idea what he's up to there.
David - a relative new-comer to the team but an asset anyway
Left-Right from the centre - French Waitress, Cadpig, Ceri and Silent Bob)
Andrew again - what an expression!!
Speaks for itself. The team as a whole featuring (clockwise from bottom left):
Cadpig, Ceri, Silent Bob (Nathan), Me, Alex, Andy, David (Missing from photo), Ralph, Sue and G.
Today's Word: INDELIBLE
Today's Mood: Smiley
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