The sub animal 24/07/2006
Saw the misery from the new bar that we'd been to a few saturdays ago as I took a short cut to work on Monday. In the bar she looked a little sullen and pasty faced but walking down the road she had some colour in her face and radiated a wonderful natural beauty. She wore a simple black top and a cream knee length skirt which wasn't fussy but looked very elegant. It was nice to have a reminder of what she looked like. Got into the office to discover that the girl with the incredible chest that I'd given a card to had taken a look at the site and emailed me. She particularly liked the point that I made about 'fake tits damaging the integrity of those with natural boobs'. We started chatting (via the email) and I laid out the points that I'd raised in my previous journal entry about her.
She came across as quite switched on and appreciated that they generated a lot of unwanted attention from either lustful males or jealous females and sometimes wished they were smaller. I wasn't hitting on her and was raising some valid points and it was nice to discuss these with someone direct. She was very young (18, though she clearly didn't look it and put it down to having to grow up very quickly) but she seemed to have her head screwed on well and I ended my communication with her with a different impression of her than when I started. Nice girl and maybe if we see each other again in the bar I'll buy her a drink and have a quick chat. I'm glad I gave her a card, she was a worthy recipient.
I had hoped that maybe the barmaid would have got in contact or maybe once she had read on my journal where I would have liked to have taken her, dropped me a line but she hadn't. Maybe she's lost my web address or really just isn't interested. Think I should take the hint really.
Hooked up with a friend for the evening swim but had to double my efforts as we only did half an hour. Followed this with a quick drink which I confess was in the bar I had been in on Saturday. I was relieved that she wasn't there but hadn't I instigated that we go there. Ok, ok I was weak. I might be older and more mature but I still got desires. I'm writing this a week later so I've got my shit together now and I won't be embarrassing myself, though if we are out again I can't say that I might not see her in the bar again. On future occasions I'll no doubt be driving and thus more in control and thus won't be acting foolishly.
Did some client entertaining on Tuesday which was nice. A good meal and we had a laugh. Nothing rowdy but it was enjoyable. Watched the Matrix Revolutions later that night, which I'd bought on Sunday, and it was good to see it again. The trilogy might have dropped the ball with the last two and although overly complicated the story is still quite clever. The action set pieces are mesmerising, particularly the machines attack on the dock. The way the APU's and sentry guns pour fire into the hole when the sentinels first come in is amazing. The image of the final APU's briefly holding back the wave of sentinels is just awesome.
Really went for it in the gym on Weds and I don't know whether it was the fact that I pushed hard or in the heat was prone to sweat more but the sweat mark on my tracksuit bottoms was incredible. Once they'd dried on a line the mark round the back was like a tide mark on the dead sea. I submitted my site again on Thursday night for a battle of the blogs challenge while ASOT was on. Incredibly I won. I was delighted. Maybe it's a random thing but after having three straight defeats it was nice to know that somebody had taken a look at my blog and preferred it to someone elses. To be fair my blog isn't my strongest part but I'm just hoping exposure on here will drag them over to my site, which naturally is the best thing since sliced bread. I think many probably find the journal too long winded, which is a fair comment, but writing it on a daily basis isn't something I could or want to do. Best to get a loyal following who maybe look forward to a once weekly saga.
I submitted my website for a couple of online reviews and will be interested to see what some others say, if they come back. I guess it depends on whose reviewing it really. If they are a silly teenager then they will probably only want short, snappy, expletive strewn pieces or if a 42 year old beard stroker then would prefer random shots of my back garden.
Friday was a client meeting with an almost immediate leave from the office and a hour and a half drive. Meeting went well and thankfully the drive back was relatively trouble free. By the time we got back to the office we were all fairly zonked out what with the stifling heat. Decided to head out that night after work and after slipping into my Geek t-shirt headed up to all-bar-one overlooking the river in Shad Thames. It was nice to have a drink in the pleasantly warm evening. Lovely as well to be standing outside look at such an iconic London view. In front of us we had Tower Bridge with the City and Gherkin (skyscraper) behind it. Amazing really that such a special view could be so easily seen and it does remind you how lucky we are to live so close to our capital city. The amount of people around the world who would like to be looking at that view, just as I would like the opportunity to be looking at other iconic views around the world.
Despite the wondrous view there was very little happening in the bar, certainly of the female kind, and not wanting to finish the night blasted down to our usual haunt. Again there didn't seem to be a great deal happening. I don't know if everyone was knackered by the weather or the fact that it was a week before pay day. Moved downstairs and there were certainly a few more people. A girl complimented me on my t-shirt at the bar and then asked me to turn round for her friend to see it about 10 minutes later. She did introduce herself and I wasn't unkind or stand-offish but confess to being mesmerized for about ten minutes by her stony faced friends appealing cleavage.
Vacated at around 12ish, disappointed that the night hadn't delivered and decided to hit the tea hut and think the unthinkable of going for the animal. The animal is a creation that we've seen on the board for the last four years or so that we've been attending the hut. To be honest it's a bit of an urban myth, a monster of a burger/sandwich that stalks the murky depths of abject hunger and has always intimidated our frail egos. When we reached the counter I noticed that it had been blanked out. Shock, horror. We thought we would try anyway and still asked for it. The guy who was taking the order smiled with the knowledge that we were obviously regulars and knew our shit. 'We haven't got all the ingredients mate' he replied. 'Can you make us the closest' I asked and then explained the power of the animal and how in our years of attendance we hadn't had the courage to order it. He concurred that it was indeed something special and would do his best to whip up an alternative.
What he eventually handed us was something of edible beauty. A large white bread bap, two burgers, melted cheese, fried egg, two or three rashers of bacon, fried onions and a pineapple ring. I think the only difference from an animal is the exclusion of mushrooms and sausages and is normally served in a baguette. I applied liberal amounts of ketchup and along with our teas returned to the car. I was nervous. The idea of fruit in a burger was new to me. I'd seen it on Wimpey menus but the thought used to unnerve me. How wrong could I have been. It was lovely and added a sweetness to the proceedings. Christ, this bad boy was filling and succulent. Forget an all-day breakfast, this was an all-day meal. It was so big that by the end I was eating parts that were untouched by the ketchup deluge.
What an orgasm of taste, what a satisfying burger and what astonishing value. Finished it and then took that first swig of tea which created a mind blowing vortex of taste as it collected all the juices and packaged them into a liquid nectar. What a way to end an evening and a reminder of the importance of the tea hut if a poor night needs salvaging.
Saturday seemed to be a case of continual mis timings. I woke to see the sunshine streaming from the heavens. The forecast had said it was going to be miserable so decided to make something of the day. Booked an afternoon haircut and raced to the pool for a good hour plus swim. The plan had then been to hit the park afterwards to soak up a little sun but as I left the pool I saw that it had become overcast and on looking further back saw the storm clouds over the park. Brilliant. Managed to bring the hair cut slightly forward and then got caught in the downpour as I walked to the hairdressers. I didn't mind. I was feeling hot and always like the rain as it clears both the dirt and chavs from the streets.
Hooked up with a friend later than night and headed over to the new bar where we had had some success a few weeks previously and where I hoped I might see the misery again. Wore the pardon moi t-shirt and got ready to paint a line but alas it wasn't our night. The bar was only about a third full and most of them were guys. We tried to have a laugh and hold out for the arrival of some more honeys but as the minutes ticked on past 10.00pm the expectation level of a fun evening dropped away. It's amazing in this country how with closing times of pubs and clubs that really (and this certainly applies if you are a bloke) if you aren't sorted and in your chosen place by 10.15 you are unlikely to get in anywhere else.
We had considered moving on earlier but were stuck in the quandary of 'do we move or hang on to see if things pick up'. By 10.30 it was obvious that they weren't going to and with quiet resignation we finished our drinks and decided to call it a night. I'm not saying that we are players or expect to pull every night. It is nice to feel that tingle in the air, that feeling that something fun might happen but this night that little pixie certainly wasn't flying around sprinkling her flirtation dust. Oh well, you win some, you lose some. I guess you need to have the disappointing nights to appreciate the good ones though it's amazing how just one or two good ones can lull you into this false belief that maybe things are changing and you are in your prime.
Sunday was a very lazy affair. A little washing, some telly watching, a little xbox, pasta for tea, more tv watching and that was it. There was some motorcycle racing, which is always good to see and we had all three MotoGP (Hayden won which strengthens his position), world superbikes (nice to see kagayama do the double) and even some British superbikes.
Until next week.
She came across as quite switched on and appreciated that they generated a lot of unwanted attention from either lustful males or jealous females and sometimes wished they were smaller. I wasn't hitting on her and was raising some valid points and it was nice to discuss these with someone direct. She was very young (18, though she clearly didn't look it and put it down to having to grow up very quickly) but she seemed to have her head screwed on well and I ended my communication with her with a different impression of her than when I started. Nice girl and maybe if we see each other again in the bar I'll buy her a drink and have a quick chat. I'm glad I gave her a card, she was a worthy recipient.
I had hoped that maybe the barmaid would have got in contact or maybe once she had read on my journal where I would have liked to have taken her, dropped me a line but she hadn't. Maybe she's lost my web address or really just isn't interested. Think I should take the hint really.
Hooked up with a friend for the evening swim but had to double my efforts as we only did half an hour. Followed this with a quick drink which I confess was in the bar I had been in on Saturday. I was relieved that she wasn't there but hadn't I instigated that we go there. Ok, ok I was weak. I might be older and more mature but I still got desires. I'm writing this a week later so I've got my shit together now and I won't be embarrassing myself, though if we are out again I can't say that I might not see her in the bar again. On future occasions I'll no doubt be driving and thus more in control and thus won't be acting foolishly.
Did some client entertaining on Tuesday which was nice. A good meal and we had a laugh. Nothing rowdy but it was enjoyable. Watched the Matrix Revolutions later that night, which I'd bought on Sunday, and it was good to see it again. The trilogy might have dropped the ball with the last two and although overly complicated the story is still quite clever. The action set pieces are mesmerising, particularly the machines attack on the dock. The way the APU's and sentry guns pour fire into the hole when the sentinels first come in is amazing. The image of the final APU's briefly holding back the wave of sentinels is just awesome.
Really went for it in the gym on Weds and I don't know whether it was the fact that I pushed hard or in the heat was prone to sweat more but the sweat mark on my tracksuit bottoms was incredible. Once they'd dried on a line the mark round the back was like a tide mark on the dead sea. I submitted my site again on Thursday night for a battle of the blogs challenge while ASOT was on. Incredibly I won. I was delighted. Maybe it's a random thing but after having three straight defeats it was nice to know that somebody had taken a look at my blog and preferred it to someone elses. To be fair my blog isn't my strongest part but I'm just hoping exposure on here will drag them over to my site, which naturally is the best thing since sliced bread. I think many probably find the journal too long winded, which is a fair comment, but writing it on a daily basis isn't something I could or want to do. Best to get a loyal following who maybe look forward to a once weekly saga.
I submitted my website for a couple of online reviews and will be interested to see what some others say, if they come back. I guess it depends on whose reviewing it really. If they are a silly teenager then they will probably only want short, snappy, expletive strewn pieces or if a 42 year old beard stroker then would prefer random shots of my back garden.
Friday was a client meeting with an almost immediate leave from the office and a hour and a half drive. Meeting went well and thankfully the drive back was relatively trouble free. By the time we got back to the office we were all fairly zonked out what with the stifling heat. Decided to head out that night after work and after slipping into my Geek t-shirt headed up to all-bar-one overlooking the river in Shad Thames. It was nice to have a drink in the pleasantly warm evening. Lovely as well to be standing outside look at such an iconic London view. In front of us we had Tower Bridge with the City and Gherkin (skyscraper) behind it. Amazing really that such a special view could be so easily seen and it does remind you how lucky we are to live so close to our capital city. The amount of people around the world who would like to be looking at that view, just as I would like the opportunity to be looking at other iconic views around the world.
Despite the wondrous view there was very little happening in the bar, certainly of the female kind, and not wanting to finish the night blasted down to our usual haunt. Again there didn't seem to be a great deal happening. I don't know if everyone was knackered by the weather or the fact that it was a week before pay day. Moved downstairs and there were certainly a few more people. A girl complimented me on my t-shirt at the bar and then asked me to turn round for her friend to see it about 10 minutes later. She did introduce herself and I wasn't unkind or stand-offish but confess to being mesmerized for about ten minutes by her stony faced friends appealing cleavage.
Vacated at around 12ish, disappointed that the night hadn't delivered and decided to hit the tea hut and think the unthinkable of going for the animal. The animal is a creation that we've seen on the board for the last four years or so that we've been attending the hut. To be honest it's a bit of an urban myth, a monster of a burger/sandwich that stalks the murky depths of abject hunger and has always intimidated our frail egos. When we reached the counter I noticed that it had been blanked out. Shock, horror. We thought we would try anyway and still asked for it. The guy who was taking the order smiled with the knowledge that we were obviously regulars and knew our shit. 'We haven't got all the ingredients mate' he replied. 'Can you make us the closest' I asked and then explained the power of the animal and how in our years of attendance we hadn't had the courage to order it. He concurred that it was indeed something special and would do his best to whip up an alternative.
What he eventually handed us was something of edible beauty. A large white bread bap, two burgers, melted cheese, fried egg, two or three rashers of bacon, fried onions and a pineapple ring. I think the only difference from an animal is the exclusion of mushrooms and sausages and is normally served in a baguette. I applied liberal amounts of ketchup and along with our teas returned to the car. I was nervous. The idea of fruit in a burger was new to me. I'd seen it on Wimpey menus but the thought used to unnerve me. How wrong could I have been. It was lovely and added a sweetness to the proceedings. Christ, this bad boy was filling and succulent. Forget an all-day breakfast, this was an all-day meal. It was so big that by the end I was eating parts that were untouched by the ketchup deluge.
What an orgasm of taste, what a satisfying burger and what astonishing value. Finished it and then took that first swig of tea which created a mind blowing vortex of taste as it collected all the juices and packaged them into a liquid nectar. What a way to end an evening and a reminder of the importance of the tea hut if a poor night needs salvaging.
Saturday seemed to be a case of continual mis timings. I woke to see the sunshine streaming from the heavens. The forecast had said it was going to be miserable so decided to make something of the day. Booked an afternoon haircut and raced to the pool for a good hour plus swim. The plan had then been to hit the park afterwards to soak up a little sun but as I left the pool I saw that it had become overcast and on looking further back saw the storm clouds over the park. Brilliant. Managed to bring the hair cut slightly forward and then got caught in the downpour as I walked to the hairdressers. I didn't mind. I was feeling hot and always like the rain as it clears both the dirt and chavs from the streets.
Hooked up with a friend later than night and headed over to the new bar where we had had some success a few weeks previously and where I hoped I might see the misery again. Wore the pardon moi t-shirt and got ready to paint a line but alas it wasn't our night. The bar was only about a third full and most of them were guys. We tried to have a laugh and hold out for the arrival of some more honeys but as the minutes ticked on past 10.00pm the expectation level of a fun evening dropped away. It's amazing in this country how with closing times of pubs and clubs that really (and this certainly applies if you are a bloke) if you aren't sorted and in your chosen place by 10.15 you are unlikely to get in anywhere else.
We had considered moving on earlier but were stuck in the quandary of 'do we move or hang on to see if things pick up'. By 10.30 it was obvious that they weren't going to and with quiet resignation we finished our drinks and decided to call it a night. I'm not saying that we are players or expect to pull every night. It is nice to feel that tingle in the air, that feeling that something fun might happen but this night that little pixie certainly wasn't flying around sprinkling her flirtation dust. Oh well, you win some, you lose some. I guess you need to have the disappointing nights to appreciate the good ones though it's amazing how just one or two good ones can lull you into this false belief that maybe things are changing and you are in your prime.
Sunday was a very lazy affair. A little washing, some telly watching, a little xbox, pasta for tea, more tv watching and that was it. There was some motorcycle racing, which is always good to see and we had all three MotoGP (Hayden won which strengthens his position), world superbikes (nice to see kagayama do the double) and even some British superbikes.
Until next week.
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