Nothing (much) To Report

Yes, a couple of Saturday nights ago was our pre-Belgium planning meeting. We decided to actually hold this meeting down Cafe Rene…after playing another excellent game of vodka checkers.

This was, in theory an excellent idea: think about what to do and get all the timings right to catch the ferry etc etc over a nice relaxed drink. Yes. Only we don’t really do relaxed drinks. Ever.

 It was so hot, we both just sat there melting into our “interesting” drinks and errr, didn’t actually get much planning done on our planning meeting. We decided to have a trip down memory lane, and a go on the pool table in the rather now run-down pub across the road from our lovely Cafe Rene. There were about 3 people in there (at least there was no queue for the pool table) and the poor barman could hardly keep himself awake…until we came in. Squalking that it was a Samuel Smith pub we were soon demanding he mix something exciting and that we hadn’t tried before…and what he came up with was tequilla and apple juice. On first sip, this certainly gave us what we wanted…but it wasn’t long before it tasted like drinking old tobacco and I couldn’t finish mine. This was just as well, because the pool table didn’t work properly and after loosing the second white ball we didn’t fancy sticking around to face the wrath of the barman!

 The rest of the evening passed as it usually does, meeting unusual people who were quite spangled and I think we even got the map out at one point to discuss the merits of stopping off in Dunkerque for lunch. as we will be setting off at 5AM tommorrow, yes IN THE MORNING!

Towards the end of the evening we met a chap, lets call him “Ian”, decided to introduce himself to us and ask if we fancied a drink. Of course came the reply, and off Ian trotted to the bar. He came back to tell us that the drinks were all poured and ready behind the bar and all we had to do was pay for them because he’s not “that fucking stupid” :O After hiding our sniggers and general laughing at poor Ian we decided that we did actually want the drinks and purchased them from behind the bar after they’d called time. So Ian did actually do us a favour in that we got drinks after everyone else was being told to drink up. Result! He did give us his phone number, but we threw it away so as not to be infected by his mean-spiritedness…otherwise we would have posted it here for the people of t’internet land to give him a ring and maybe arrange to meet up for a drink

-moosh