Moving house

its been a pretty dull week at the red lion. well...nothing mind blowing, but still some interesting stuff happened.

A couple of days ago it was cold enough that the weather 'glittered' and 'sparkled' towards the end of my shift it started snowing, but the snow was so small and light it was like some one was just dropping glitter from the sky. the effect was quite lovely- for the 2 seconds i could stay outside with out a jacket, then i had to go inside and finish closing down.

on my days off i dont do much really, this week i worked close to 60 hrs, and almost every day i have split shifts. I mostly do 12-5 then 7-close. close is usually at about midnight on a good night or on a sunday. Last week on my one day off, steph and i tried to get into london to go to our first contact meeting. the tubes were fucked that day so we were 15 mins late, and we wernt allowed in. so now steph and i have to wait until some time next year to get our accounts up and running. that put me in a shitty mood for the redt of the day. steph and i then eventually went to leicster square to see a movie. We say stardust which i quite enjoyed. before and after the movie we went on some rides in the square. It was on that day i went on my forst circular swing ride. it was good, but the wind chill was at a spanner rating of about 9.5.

I havent done much other touristy things aside from that. Steph and i finish working early next year. from then we will wait for daniel to come to the country and then after that, just wing it. We will prolly get some random jobs along the way (hopefully cash in hand)

There sre some pretty interesting people that come to the pub. We have a regular who always sits outside and drinks suffolk organic cyder and is just a nice guy. We have Al who always comes in with some friends, starts a tab, and drinks staropramen. His friends never buy their own drink, Al does. Some times his tabs run into the hundreds of pounds. Ive heard is is an engineer of some kind, so that would explain it.

we then have pete the perv. I think he rides a bicycle to and from the pub. He comes in about twice a week and always just stands at the bar and drink tomothy taylors 'landlord' hes a nice guy, but whenever the girls come around to clean tables or whatever, he always looks a bit too hard at them - and often not at their faces.

then there is a guy who comes in, and uif the fires arnt going, he will try and get them going. good on him. he almost always had his wife with him as well. well at least i think its his wife. any way, she almost always has a look of perpetual bordom on her face - even when shes talking. The guy obviously works had in the conversation to win her over in some way and she sure does make him work. the body language screams it out: he is always leaning in, talking passionatly with livid facial expressions and hand language. she is always leaning back, looking pretty chilled out, and not always looking at him. one night he succeeded, and they were both very drunk and ended up making out right next to the front door...with people coming and going. ahh, the mating dance...what fun it is to watch.

We moved staff house this week. its a nice little apartment above a supermarket. it was built cheaply but it does the trick.

thats about it from me. ill write again prolly when ive finished working.

cheers
jash