Just came back from a drinking tour with Sandra and Benjamin, her boyfriend. I'm not as drunk as I would have expected me to be after five Vodka Red Bulls, but there you go. My genes must have somehow adapted to the British standard. Next week, I'll be going in a mini skirt that barely covers my genitalia, so I won't stand out in the masses. We went to Wetherspoons at first, a pub that I used to go to with my Bookworld colleagues, but it has transformed into a club or a pub with a dancefloor, whatever you want to call it. I texted Jaqui to ask her what that was about and she told me that she doesn't even go there anymore because it's horrible nowadays. Thanks for telling me :P Anyway, since it was way too loud to talk to each other, we went to a real pub after our first drinks. At some point, we decided that we have to have a look at the golf courses in town one of these days, for I remember playing golf here about 13 years ago, so there definitely is one around. We should go there and hit a few balls soon.
Some things to be done in the following months apart from playing golf:
- visit Cheltenham Racecourse and bet on horses
- go to a Cricket match, understand rules and maybe even play ourselves
- see a Rugby match
- buy mini skirts and look like w****s
- go to London and marry Kevin Spacey (more likely than understanding the Cricket rules, I suppose)
Now, I treat you to a pic of Sandra and Ben before I lie down and try to sleep which I won't be able to do anyway (damn you, Red Bull, why did you make me drink you?!).
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