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!<\/p>\n
“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? <\/p>\n
So, it was off to the Hogshead pub<\/a> 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<\/a> 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!<\/p>\n 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! \ud83d\ude1b<\/p>\n 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 ?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 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 … Continue reading