Job interview tomorrow morning and I’m sitting here at 2am trying to stave off a hangover by inhaling junk food – what a wonderful life!

“Why?”, you might ask. Then again you might not, but I’ll ignore you and continue on with my little rhetorical spiel. Why? Because Gary, the bloke from NZ I met in Nuremburg was in London tonight promoting his latest movie and he wanted me to star in his next production.. (end drunken imagination). Actually, he just wanted to have a few beers with some mates and people he’d met during his travels (like me). Who am I to deny him this simple pleasure?

So, it was off to the Hogshead pub in Leicester Square (did I spell that right? Fuggit! Stupid English place names..) where a small group of us imbibed our chosen brews in a continuous stream of amber loveliness. Boddingtons was my choice for no other reason than I like creamy beers. I later found out it was one of the cheapest pints going. My Tightarse Radar still works! Bonus!

Another of the Nuremburg crew, Carly, was also on hand, rounding out the number of Aussies at an all powerful (cough) two. Outnumbered by Kiwis.. NOOOOO! 😛

Blah, blah, drink pints, talk sh1te, you know the score. Swapped a few phone numbers so maybe instead of sitting here all day moaning about not having a job I can arrange some more London pub tours? If only I was that organised.. Did I mention blah blah blah blah blah blah blah ?