That was the weekend that was

Monday again and it brings heavy rain (at least it’s giving our roof repair a good test) and severe delays on the Jubilee and District Lines, which made the commute in this morning super happy fun. Luckily I remembered that the past week I was baking on the tube, so I have eschewed the tee shirt under my work shirt, meaning that I did not poach on the way in, though I may have broiled a little.

On Saturday it was into the West End for pre-wedding celebrations (not ours). ellefurtle went off to Bloomsbury for belle_fille1982’s hen party, which involved croaky¹, while I went to the Phoenix Artists’ Club for mrtonylee’s stag night. The theme was 1940s and ties mandatory (though it was left to individual choice how they were worn). Sadly, my U-Boat captain look would have worked better if I could have worn a black tee shirt, rather than a black shirt and tie. I think I ended up looking like sea-going Gestapo, which wasn’t quite what I had in mind, but at least it got me a seat on the night bus going home.

Below is a photo of the man himself addressing his minions. In keeping with the theme he set, Tony was dressed entirely and rather dapperly in a tweed suit. This photo, taken on my iPhone has been treated with a couple of filters for effect, but the mutant hand is nothing to do with me, nor is the vaguely Mussolini-esque pose.



Now I look at it again, I see that Tony would not have been out of place on the hustings for the 1945 General Election, but I digress...

It was a very good night, though from the couple of photos I’ve seen of it that I appear in, you might not think so. When I’m not using it, my face appears to settle into something of a scowl. This may be another reason why I got a seat on the night bus home.

The ladies arrived around midnight and if you wander over to Farcebork you may find a photo of a moustachioed Furtle – the moustache being a requirement to prove that there were no ladies at a stag party.

Speaking of night buses, it is many years since I had the need to grab one after a night in the West End. In theory at least, we shouldn’t have needed to catch one this weekend, but London Underground decided this weekend was the one to stop the Central Line at Holborn and close the western end of the route for their interminable and seemingly ineffective engineering works (I’ll step away from that subject right now, before I go off on one!

I had forgotten just how busy the damned night buses get and how frequent they are. As inconvenient and annoying as the Tube can be, London’s bus system by contrast, is very comprehensive and on the whole works. And at that time of day, the traffic is lighter, so travel is rather faster.

Sunday didn’t really get going, although I managed to climb out of bed rather earlier than I thought I might, not having got to bed much before 3.30am. We did a few chores and played some Warcraft, during which I managed to gain an achievement for being in the wrong place at the wrong time and got toasted by Deathwing the big bad introduced by Cataclysm.

And then suddenly it was today.

¹The true pronunciation of karaoke - Japan’s revenge on the west for the Atom Bomb

That was the weekend that was

Monday again and it brings heavy rain (at least it’s giving our roof repair a good test) and severe delays on the Jubilee and District Lines, which made the commute in this morning super happy fun. Luckily I remembered that the past week I was baking on the tube, so I have eschewed the tee shirt under my work shirt, meaning that I did not poach on the way in, though I may have broiled a little.

On Saturday it was into the West End for pre-wedding celebrations (not ours). ellefurtle went off to Bloomsbury for belle_fille1982’s hen party, which involved croaky¹, while I went to the Phoenix Artists’ Club for mrtonylee’s stag night. The theme was 1940s and ties mandatory (though it was left to individual choice how they were worn). Sadly, my U-Boat captain look would have worked better if I could have worn a black tee shirt, rather than a black shirt and tie. I think I ended up looking like sea-going Gestapo, which wasn’t quite what I had in mind, but at least it got me a seat on the night bus going home.

Below is a photo of the man himself addressing his minions. In keeping with the theme he set, Tony was dressed entirely and rather dapperly in a tweed suit. This photo, taken on my iPhone has been treated with a couple of filters for effect, but the mutant hand is nothing to do with me, nor is the vaguely Mussolini-esque pose.



Now I look at it again, I see that Tony would not have been out of place on the hustings for the 1945 General Election, but I digress...

It was a very good night, though from the couple of photos I’ve seen of it that I appear in, you might not think so. When I’m not using it, my face appears to settle into something of a scowl. This may be another reason why I got a seat on the night bus home.

The ladies arrived around midnight and if you wander over to Farcebork you may find a photo of a moustachioed Furtle – the moustache being a requirement to prove that there were no ladies at a stag party.

Speaking of night buses, it is many years since I had the need to grab one after a night in the West End. In theory at least, we shouldn’t have needed to catch one this weekend, but London Underground decided this weekend was the one to stop the Central Line at Holborn and close the western end of the route for their interminable and seemingly ineffective engineering works (I’ll step away from that subject right now, before I go off on one!

I had forgotten just how busy the damned night buses get and how frequent they are. As inconvenient and annoying as the Tube can be, London’s bus system by contrast, is very comprehensive and on the whole works. And at that time of day, the traffic is lighter, so travel is rather faster.

Sunday didn’t really get going, although I managed to climb out of bed rather earlier than I thought I might, not having got to bed much before 3.30am. We did a few chores and played some Warcraft, during which I managed to gain an achievement for being in the wrong place at the wrong time and got toasted by Deathwing the big bad introduced by Cataclysm.

And then suddenly it was today.

¹The true pronunciation of karaoke - Japan’s revenge on the west for the Atom Bomb