What a weird, strange, slightly surreal day…
Well, day and a half really… It all begins around lunchtime on Thursday.
My “bosses” ask me if I can make it down to London this weekend, I say “Sorry man, got no money, don’t you read my website? I mean, you host it afterall”, they reply “No biggie… We’ll pay for you to come down, hang on while we transfer £200 in to your bank account”, I say “Wha??”…
So I wait and wait but no money arrives, I’m beginning to worry ever so slightly.
6pm rolls around and no money comes, so Erika says “OK, I’ll book your flight, when can you come?”, I say “Anytime really…” but due to some real shitty rules she couldn’t book my flight, “We’ll try tomorrow then”.
Today rolls around and still no money appears much to my chagrin but Phil says “I can book your flight today, get your shit ready and I’ll call you when it’s done”. 11am rolls around and I leave the house en route to Glasgow airport when I receive word that I’m booked on the 12pm flight.
Great, cue some Wacky Racers like action by me to get to the airport on time, which I do and scored an emergency exit seat on the plane (my first time EVER!). I arrive in Gatwick and Phil meets me to take me back to his house in Croydon where I’ve spent the last 8 hours drinking, playing uno, drinking, eating, playing the “Name Game” drinking game, drinking and finally typing this shit out…
Not your average day by any stretch of the imagination but I’ll see how this goes…
I’ll be back home Tuesday night, no doubts to a proverbial shitstorm but meh, you only live once. Maybe I’ll update you during the weekend, maybe I’ll post pictures, we’ll see how it goes.