Delayed, I know.... UK TRIP OCTOBER 2004
So, i know its nearly the end of November now. And I know I'm nothing other than a lazy bum for not posting this before, but! in my defence, I have been a wee bit busy, so anyways, here's most of the low down of the trip to UK. Not very eventful, but by christ was it a welcome break and a half!!!
So, after finishing work on the 22nd of October, I went home, (via the off license to get the last few bottles to take over) finished packing and waited for my dearest Mum to come get me and my jumbo overloaded rucksack. 11pm was the time of the flight, and after an hour or so drive up to Malaga airport, and nearly 2 hours waiting in the departure lounge (everything was closed, as of like 9:30, all the shops shut, was a load of crap. Thankfully, the self service area had 650ml cans of Heineken for €3, which is like £2.40, which isn't at all bad. 3 of those, and I was feeling a bit better about the flight... I'm not a bad flyer, I just dont like taking off or landing. Once I'm up there I'm fine.
So, it's now 20 to 2am UK time (20 to 3am by my body clock) and I'm in lovely, freezing luton airport, happilly met by Dan and Harriet :) Big hugs etc etc, in the car, get a move on down to Southampton. Now, when I say "get a move on" I REALLY BLOODY MEAN IT. Dan did the whole trip (including a nice bit of getting lost due to road works on the M25 and the M3/M4 junctions, which we needed to use!)in and hour and 10 bloody minutes! The car has been scrapped since, but the memory of the 1.9 GTi will live on in memories for many years to come!
Not the best pic, so she's probably gonna kill me, but, doesnt she look sooooo glad to see me! heheheh
A few hours sleep that night, and up in the morning, for a little spot of breakfast and wait for Rob n Claire to turn up from Reading, as we are planning on spending the day "socialising" i.e. Getting rather stupidly drunk, which we did. I think we started around 2pm, and finished somewhere near midnight. Not our greatest session ayy Rob, but 10 hours seemed good enough for the day!
Moving swiftly on to Bournemouth, and after meeting a few of Harriet's flatmates we all went out and had a few bevvies in The Old Firestation (been a few years since I've been there!) we head home via a kebab van, a burger for Harriet, a kebab for me, portion of free chips, thought we were on a winner... till the morning!
Harriet is fine, but I wake up at about half 8am Tuesday morning, run to the toilet, and up it comes again (excuse the graphics!) Go back to bed, 9oclock, off to the toilet, again. Repeat this every 40-45 mins till nearly 11, by which point there is nothing left to bring up, it hurts every time my body tries to hurl. Back to bed, and magically able to sleep till about 2. Harriet is up, and brings me a glass of water, take a little sip (i know food poisoning all too well) and keep my head down... 20 mins later, im legging it to the toilet once more. On top of this, Im feeling really really rough. My head is pounding, sinuses seem blocked, and im coughing. Well, it never rains, only pours, and, these soon develop into full blown flu symptoms, to accompany the 5 or 6 cold sore blisters that are festering on my lips... such fun!
Wednesday is spent mostly in bed, flu plus'd to the eyeballs, ibuprofen to boot.
Thankfully, Thursday and Friday are back to normal, and bring on the Halloween party on Friday night. £3.50 on a XL shirt from the oxfam shop. A few quid on fake blood and face whitener and the desired effect using a pair of borrowed scissors, a murder victim:
Harriet went with the overly original suicide victim... aint she lovely:
The deathly couple:
We were very VERY drunk, cant remember when we went to bed. Remember quickly having my way with her during the party, drunkenly, but thats about it! Fireworks being set off inside the house, a "friend" of someones bringing their 2stroke 250 scramber into the house and doing a burnout and leaving a big black groove in the wooden flooring are part of the memories of the night, all in all, very good fun.
2 days later, and I was back up at Luton airport thanks to National Express Coaches, including an hour and a bit wait at Heathrow shithole coach station. 3 hours down to Malaga again, to be "met" by my dad. Silly person didnt check which terminal, so I was waiting for almost and hour at Terminal 1, whilst he was at Terminal 2. Eventually found each other and headed back towards good ol' Gibraltar!
And that, just about concludes the trip... excuse the over-ranted drivvel, but hey, it had to be done
So, after finishing work on the 22nd of October, I went home, (via the off license to get the last few bottles to take over) finished packing and waited for my dearest Mum to come get me and my jumbo overloaded rucksack. 11pm was the time of the flight, and after an hour or so drive up to Malaga airport, and nearly 2 hours waiting in the departure lounge (everything was closed, as of like 9:30, all the shops shut, was a load of crap. Thankfully, the self service area had 650ml cans of Heineken for €3, which is like £2.40, which isn't at all bad. 3 of those, and I was feeling a bit better about the flight... I'm not a bad flyer, I just dont like taking off or landing. Once I'm up there I'm fine.
So, it's now 20 to 2am UK time (20 to 3am by my body clock) and I'm in lovely, freezing luton airport, happilly met by Dan and Harriet :) Big hugs etc etc, in the car, get a move on down to Southampton. Now, when I say "get a move on" I REALLY BLOODY MEAN IT. Dan did the whole trip (including a nice bit of getting lost due to road works on the M25 and the M3/M4 junctions, which we needed to use!)in and hour and 10 bloody minutes! The car has been scrapped since, but the memory of the 1.9 GTi will live on in memories for many years to come!
Not the best pic, so she's probably gonna kill me, but, doesnt she look sooooo glad to see me! heheheh
A few hours sleep that night, and up in the morning, for a little spot of breakfast and wait for Rob n Claire to turn up from Reading, as we are planning on spending the day "socialising" i.e. Getting rather stupidly drunk, which we did. I think we started around 2pm, and finished somewhere near midnight. Not our greatest session ayy Rob, but 10 hours seemed good enough for the day!
And how did we feel the morning after??
Moving swiftly on to Bournemouth, and after meeting a few of Harriet's flatmates we all went out and had a few bevvies in The Old Firestation (been a few years since I've been there!) we head home via a kebab van, a burger for Harriet, a kebab for me, portion of free chips, thought we were on a winner... till the morning!
Harriet is fine, but I wake up at about half 8am Tuesday morning, run to the toilet, and up it comes again (excuse the graphics!) Go back to bed, 9oclock, off to the toilet, again. Repeat this every 40-45 mins till nearly 11, by which point there is nothing left to bring up, it hurts every time my body tries to hurl. Back to bed, and magically able to sleep till about 2. Harriet is up, and brings me a glass of water, take a little sip (i know food poisoning all too well) and keep my head down... 20 mins later, im legging it to the toilet once more. On top of this, Im feeling really really rough. My head is pounding, sinuses seem blocked, and im coughing. Well, it never rains, only pours, and, these soon develop into full blown flu symptoms, to accompany the 5 or 6 cold sore blisters that are festering on my lips... such fun!
Wednesday is spent mostly in bed, flu plus'd to the eyeballs, ibuprofen to boot.
Thankfully, Thursday and Friday are back to normal, and bring on the Halloween party on Friday night. £3.50 on a XL shirt from the oxfam shop. A few quid on fake blood and face whitener and the desired effect using a pair of borrowed scissors, a murder victim:
Harriet went with the overly original suicide victim... aint she lovely:
The deathly couple:
We were very VERY drunk, cant remember when we went to bed. Remember quickly having my way with her during the party, drunkenly, but thats about it! Fireworks being set off inside the house, a "friend" of someones bringing their 2stroke 250 scramber into the house and doing a burnout and leaving a big black groove in the wooden flooring are part of the memories of the night, all in all, very good fun.
2 days later, and I was back up at Luton airport thanks to National Express Coaches, including an hour and a bit wait at Heathrow shithole coach station. 3 hours down to Malaga again, to be "met" by my dad. Silly person didnt check which terminal, so I was waiting for almost and hour at Terminal 1, whilst he was at Terminal 2. Eventually found each other and headed back towards good ol' Gibraltar!
And that, just about concludes the trip... excuse the over-ranted drivvel, but hey, it had to be done
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