A small island

His plans to move to Brum move on apace. This week gone has seen the delivery of his new bed to the pad. It is enormous and slightly larger than a number of island nations. As the delivery driver noted "how many birds you planning on having in this thing?"

Meanwhile in Bristol he is, temporarily, back in one his old flats and was delighted to discover, on moving in, that the last tenant has broken the freezer and generally left the place in a not very good state. We suspect the return of his deposit maybe somewhat delayed.

So this weekend kicked off with some very tedious shopping for freezers, toilet seats and other bits and pieces before the rugby cheered him up no end. With the FEBs turned over at least Wales's season has not been a complete write off.

In a desperate attempt to appear somewhat less philistinish he went to see Nicholas Nickleby on Saturday night. Of course this was only because Becky was in it and the lovely Dennis was dragging him along. Quite good in parts he recorded although arse numbingly long.

On Sunday he decided to surprise his mother and went up to London to see her and the sister and family.
The mother did a passably good act at pretending she was glad to see him.

This week promises to be hectic as he gets the flat ready for letting out to his new tenants on Thursday whilst getting ready for his next holiday in Italy this Saturday.

Toilet humour

The weekend just past was, to say the least, a touch on the hectic side. He and the lovely Dennis came down to Bristol on Friday night as Dennis was moving all of her stuff out of her flat (and up to Brum) whilst he was moving, temporarily, into one of his flats on Queen Square.

Saturday was spent grabbing glimpses of the rugby whilst packing up Dennis's stuff. Horror of horrors the Italians beat the Welsh thanks to a damn FEB referee and his miserable cheating.

Saturday night was the lovely Jo's birthday party (Tails's wife) and he and the lovely Dennis decided to go. Now there was a fancy dress theme of the Best of British and he had intended to go wearing a Welsh rugby jersey but being an organised chap didn't get round to buying one so he was the only person there not in fantastic fancy dress. The highlight had to be Tails's toilet.



Dennis had given him only one instruction for the night, don't fall asleep. He let her down of course.

Sunday was a challenge with a load more packing to do and a raging hangover but somehow it all got done and the Dennis is now safely ensconced in Brum.

Taking candy from a baby

We know it is Friday and reporting on last weekend is somewhat out of date but, hey, we've been kicking back and chilling out here at Bogun towers so live with it.

Having decided after last week that a calm weekend was required he made his way down to see his family. Of course even the basics of getting there were convoluted with a diversion via Oxford necessary as the M25 was shut.

After Friday evening at his sister's he spent the Saturday doing absolutely nothing (save for fixing his mother's free view box, which he only did to avoid being dragged to Comet so she could buy a new TV). Sunday was however a bit more crazy with a trip back to his sister's to see the nieces. Phoebe was riven with chicken pox and performed admirably in her role as a terrible two with one of the best tantrums seen in these parts in a long time.

The lovely Dennis had entrusted him with 3 chocolate bunnies for the girls but, having discovered that Evie is too young for one, he polished one off. What a gent.

Property Mogul

The recovery from Churchy's stag has taken rather longer than one might have hoped but after just over a week in the recovery wilderness he got back to his old tricks this week. Tuesday night was supposed to be a quiet night in with his good friend the lovely Helen. That plan did not start very well when he decided to kick the night off with the thick end of half a gallon of cider before even getting to hers with the Jaberwocky.

Nothwithstanding this rather poor showing (and his late arrival - by an hour) the lovely Helen served up a splendid supper and pretended to not be too unimpressed with his failure to bring any wine. With the evening wrapped up he jumped in a taxi home but then decided he wanted more booze and ending up going to one of the most dangerous looking pubs in Bristol - The Little Grosvenor. Not only did he not get killed but the evening went from strength to strength and he managed to not get home until 0915 (and therefore pulling a quick half-day holiday).

Wednesday was the last day at work for his good friend Scabby and he managed to get out of bed around lunchtime to make it in for lunch with her looking particularly grim (him not her). Clearly her leaving do couldn't just be a lunch and that evening he sank a little over a gallon of cider whilst putting the world to rights with Ram Man.

Whilst all these shenanigans have been going on he has been trying to buy a new flat in Birmingham. As you all know he is a lazy sod and so rather than looking for a place he has been trying to buy the flat that the lovely Dennis rents. Having put in a generous offer on Monday he was somewhat put out when the seller wanted to show another prospective buyer round at the weekend. Now in normal circumstances he would have arranged to visit Dennis for the weekend and be his usual charming self when this buyer turned up and quickly put them off but unfortunately he had already got plans to see his family and so he had to leave Dennis in charge of the task. Dennis is sadly far too nice for the job but she knows this and so invited her friend Sarah round to stay Friday night. Sarah, bless her, got battered and spent the entire evening throwing her guts up all over the flat. Job done as it is now his. Mind the cleaning bills might be a bit cheeky.