Sunday, August 22, 2004
Holiday part 1
Well it has to be part 1 as the idea of writing this up in a one-er is scary. Lets see how far I can get...
Friday 13th August - set off on travels later than planned, traffic on M1 was truly Friday on the M1 all the way to Birmingham. The wedding we were attending at 3 started at 3.10, we arrived at 3.15. The world's most officious photographer ejected us from the building (glorious Tudor hall, relocated to be a part of Mr Cadburies village for his employees) therefore the nice curator people let us watch it all on the CCTV. We got a top view of the whole process (missed the vows but they looked all lovely) from face on, not the usual audience view and therefore didn't feel too left out. As I'd suspected didn't know anyone else at the wedding so felt had made the best choice to be at the ceremony not the "do". Officious photographer made his presence felt for another hour before all moved onto the next event. Chap and I stayed and looked around the premises, will try to find details and amend.
Friday evening - ploughed on to Bristol (chap's birth town) to spend evening with one of Chap's oldest friends. Lovely bloke, lovely missis. Half way through the evening his Missis went out for a walk. 20 mins later she hadn't reappeared. Transpires they split up 3 months ago but didn't want to burden it on us so had decided to not tell us but I'm guessing (since the relationship started in an affair) there may be an affair involved. She didn't reappear again. Saturday morning passed the time of day and eventually headed off to some other friends of chap. Friends from uni days who happened to have settled in this town.
SnV are another lovely couple, S works for regional office of the same organisation as me and is not having a fun time. Not having to explain want our org does but being able to blether about work related stuff seemed to go down well. Had a most sociable afternoon, inevitable late departure meant late arrival at SIs near Bude that evening.
Chap navigates in a seriously Y chromosome way: If he isn't certain of giving correct direction gets somewhat agitated but doesn't seem to look ahead as much as his preferred directing style requires. My "hey if you go wrong you're in a car, you can turn around and try again" approach doesn't relate too well to the agitation levels. I find it somewhat bizarre finding myself as driver calming down the person giving directions. No doubt I'll get used to it. At least he's not like the w***r who used to yell at me for not being certain of the next turn every time when I directed them leaving me terrified of giving directions for the next 10 years, and still somewhat wary of navigating for male drivers.
Anyway I digress. Arrived at SIs near Bude, chit chat (I've met this lady 2/3 times, not sure what she makes of me, so somewhat nervous as is a highly valued friend of chap) then tea then off out to see the bright lights of Bude for the evening with a couple from the village and other friends of theirs. Usual Pub, dubious small town club (called Kasbars, enough said). I sort of felt like I was at a youth club disco or 16 and in Joannas in Elgin again or perhaps a smaller version of the Bradbury Club in Chesterfield after all these years. Classic cattle market layout - dancefloor one end, bar the other, space for standing and eyeing up the meat in between. Never the less we survived intact and SI shared phone numbers with a fine looking specimen of humanity.
Sunday - sunny! We thought perhaps we may have a moderately dry holiday. Just in case it was not to be we decided today was the day to go to the beach, splash in the sea, play Frisbee and chill on the sand. Chap frolicked in the waves, SI nursed hangover, I did chillin' without soaking as is my preference (sea water - cold should remain below knee level, waves = risk of water up nose, in eyes, discomfort and drowning panic, not to my taste). Evening was spent in Scrummies - very aptly named restaurant in Bude - with friends and colleagues of SIs. I got to get my supper bitch comments out later when asked to guess one persons age - facially she's 10 years younger but there comes an age when the tan induced wrinkling of a well endowed cleavage will give away the truth and it was most definitely on display that evening. Any guilt I felt that evening was dissipated when she was seen in true "I'm new queen bee and I'm going to cut you out of the group" mode later in the week. Slight cloud over the day as 7 phonecalls were received from the fine looking specimen of manhood from previous evening (the glories of voicemail). He shall now be known as Stalkerboy.
Friday 13th August - set off on travels later than planned, traffic on M1 was truly Friday on the M1 all the way to Birmingham. The wedding we were attending at 3 started at 3.10, we arrived at 3.15. The world's most officious photographer ejected us from the building (glorious Tudor hall, relocated to be a part of Mr Cadburies village for his employees) therefore the nice curator people let us watch it all on the CCTV. We got a top view of the whole process (missed the vows but they looked all lovely) from face on, not the usual audience view and therefore didn't feel too left out. As I'd suspected didn't know anyone else at the wedding so felt had made the best choice to be at the ceremony not the "do". Officious photographer made his presence felt for another hour before all moved onto the next event. Chap and I stayed and looked around the premises, will try to find details and amend.
Friday evening - ploughed on to Bristol (chap's birth town) to spend evening with one of Chap's oldest friends. Lovely bloke, lovely missis. Half way through the evening his Missis went out for a walk. 20 mins later she hadn't reappeared. Transpires they split up 3 months ago but didn't want to burden it on us so had decided to not tell us but I'm guessing (since the relationship started in an affair) there may be an affair involved. She didn't reappear again. Saturday morning passed the time of day and eventually headed off to some other friends of chap. Friends from uni days who happened to have settled in this town.
SnV are another lovely couple, S works for regional office of the same organisation as me and is not having a fun time. Not having to explain want our org does but being able to blether about work related stuff seemed to go down well. Had a most sociable afternoon, inevitable late departure meant late arrival at SIs near Bude that evening.
Chap navigates in a seriously Y chromosome way: If he isn't certain of giving correct direction gets somewhat agitated but doesn't seem to look ahead as much as his preferred directing style requires. My "hey if you go wrong you're in a car, you can turn around and try again" approach doesn't relate too well to the agitation levels. I find it somewhat bizarre finding myself as driver calming down the person giving directions. No doubt I'll get used to it. At least he's not like the w***r who used to yell at me for not being certain of the next turn every time when I directed them leaving me terrified of giving directions for the next 10 years, and still somewhat wary of navigating for male drivers.
Anyway I digress. Arrived at SIs near Bude, chit chat (I've met this lady 2/3 times, not sure what she makes of me, so somewhat nervous as is a highly valued friend of chap) then tea then off out to see the bright lights of Bude for the evening with a couple from the village and other friends of theirs. Usual Pub, dubious small town club (called Kasbars, enough said). I sort of felt like I was at a youth club disco or 16 and in Joannas in Elgin again or perhaps a smaller version of the Bradbury Club in Chesterfield after all these years. Classic cattle market layout - dancefloor one end, bar the other, space for standing and eyeing up the meat in between. Never the less we survived intact and SI shared phone numbers with a fine looking specimen of humanity.
Sunday - sunny! We thought perhaps we may have a moderately dry holiday. Just in case it was not to be we decided today was the day to go to the beach, splash in the sea, play Frisbee and chill on the sand. Chap frolicked in the waves, SI nursed hangover, I did chillin' without soaking as is my preference (sea water - cold should remain below knee level, waves = risk of water up nose, in eyes, discomfort and drowning panic, not to my taste). Evening was spent in Scrummies - very aptly named restaurant in Bude - with friends and colleagues of SIs. I got to get my supper bitch comments out later when asked to guess one persons age - facially she's 10 years younger but there comes an age when the tan induced wrinkling of a well endowed cleavage will give away the truth and it was most definitely on display that evening. Any guilt I felt that evening was dissipated when she was seen in true "I'm new queen bee and I'm going to cut you out of the group" mode later in the week. Slight cloud over the day as 7 phonecalls were received from the fine looking specimen of manhood from previous evening (the glories of voicemail). He shall now be known as Stalkerboy.
// posted by Bitvacuous @ 7:05 pm 
