Wednesday 30 July 2008

In the words of the Wicked Witch of the East - "I'm melting! I'm melting!"

Friday 18 July 2008

How to fleece your neighbours

Ok, so Scottish people are normally accused of being tight, but on this instance I'm sure you'll agree with me. We've been invited to a communal BBQ by the residents in our block. (we're not the only lesbot couple btw!). We're thinking this would be a great opportunity to meet our neighbours.

That's all grand. We then read the rest of the flyer and realise that the buggers are charging us 35 euros EACH for the BBQ. So that's 70 euros for Sarah and I. My mate Wendy never charged that much and her food was from Marks and Spencers!

Now let's be reasonable here. How expensive can a BBQ be?! It says on the leaflet that it's a culinary BBQ. HOW CAN A BBQ BE CULINARY? I'm thinking baked potatoes, chicken wings and burgers! Not particularly appealing to a pretend vegetarian.

To make the spend justified they also state that you can come back on the Sunday and have leftovers. We'll be camping out all night to make sure we're first inline for the doggy bags.

Other options we have are:

1. Pretend that we both have major food intolerances so cannot pay for food we cannot eat.

2. Start our own BBQ and only charge 15 euros per head.

3. Ask them if they accept meal cheques.

4. Say that Scottish tradition abhors lesbots being charged an entrance fee for communal festivities.

Any other suggestions are welcome :-)

Gentse Feesten

I'm chilling on the sofa just absorbing the last couple of hours of a city in relative silence before things go completely mental in Gent. The parties kick off tomorrow which will be when Sarah and I retreat to the burb for some sleep. We were wakened this morning by some inconsiderate twat testing their drum kit on a nearby stage at 4am. And I thought contending with the bells was difficult. Ah, *strains ear* just on cue - the bells and said twat drummer have just started again lol.

On another note, I think old age is setting in. We packed up our stuff yesterday to head to Gent. I pack everything I could possibly need...bike, bike kit, clothes for this, clothes for that, hairspray - lots of, yadda-yadda. We get to Gent and unpack everything from the car and I have this nagging feeling that I can't quite put my finger on. Only to discover that I'd left the bag with all my clothes in the country pad. Joy! Lol. On the upside, I am a lesbian with a g/f who has many clothes ;-)

To console myself I've eaten pretty much a full chocolate cake to myself!

Tuesday 8 July 2008

Drifter

How fitting cos that's kinda how I feel just now lol.

Since my ventures started nearly 3 weeks ago I've been hunting down Drifter bars. No, not of the dodgy establishment variety but of the chocolate bar variety and I've yet to find one :(

Can some of my beloved friends/family please send me some if I can't find any? Pretty please???

Coffee justified

Remind me the next time that a hotel situated between a major motorway and an airport is never a good thing, especially when you're hyper and struggling to get to sleep *bleary eyed look.*

And now, as I type this across from the mirror in the room, I can't help but notice the throbbing heat spot permeating from my chin. Nice. Red eyes and a red chin, just what you need when you're meeting customers. Heat spot I hear you ask. Well, I'm trying to make it sound more exotic than it is cos it's pissed down for the past few days. It's probably a bed bug bite...

Anyways, only 3 more sleeps and I'm back in Belgie Land - Yay!

Tuesday 1 July 2008

Ramble

You'd be shocked if I said I was staying in a *rather* nice Travelodge tonight, I am too. Shocked that is. I'm also tired but can't quite settle into sleep just yet so I thought I'd have a wee rant about the breakfast at this delightful establishment.

7 pounds and fifty pence for breakfast! No option for just toast and cawfee. Bit of a rip-off if you ask me. So, tomorrow morning I'll be hunting down some deserted Little Chef (hope I don't find one) or if I'm lucky a Starbucks or equivalent.

I am totally rambling and yet again I've realised that I don't have all the options for sticking in images etc for my post.

Sarah - what's wrong with my blogger??? *pout* I had a nice picture of a box of Scots' Porridge oats as well...