Fresh Fish

See Basil's Egyptian diving holiday snaps. There are some really nice photographs here - well done Baz!. Personally, I just couldn't pluck up the courage to scuba at my last opportunity. Snorkelling was cool enough for me until someone announced the arrival of a stingray, and there was no way I was staying to enjoy that [those things sting].

[Smirnoff] Ice Age

My aprehension for the shenanigans that occurred on Saturday evening was well founded. A good time was had by most, although I think some enjoyed themselves far too much [you know who you are]. Spilled drinks quickly came and went, followed soon after by tantrums and leaving the party - and we hadn't even left the first pub!

A number of piggy backs later, far too many B52's, beer and Smirnoff Ice's and we've had a great time; rolling in at around 4am to polish off the pizza we left on our departure. It seems no-one fancied the planned drinking games after all.

The next morning revealed some monster hangovers and the birthday boy looking decidedly green around the gills. Personally, I'll only claim tiredness and neckache [damn Bohemian Rhapsody]

Roll on the next one.

Road Rage?

During my trip driving to the gym on Saturday, I managed to annoy another driver by changing lanes on a notorious roundabout. After the usual flash of headlights, I noticed the car follow my next turn. My slight concern grew when it followed my next move and grew further still when it followed in to the car park at the gym.

I travelled through one lane of parked vehicles, passing available spaces and still the car followed, intimidatingly. Eventually parking my car, the car stopped behind me and blocked my exit. Before I could see the occupier, he was at my window; I turned to wind down the electric window and as I did recognised an old school friend. "Hello mate!".

"You drive like a nutter!", he says. "Sure, like you've never done that before?". "Yeah, all the time. I thought I recognised you so I followed you to say hello. Nice car - you're obviously doing alright for yourself."

At this point a third car pulls up and as he's blocking the road, we exchange goodbyes and he leaves. I realise that I'm shaking with adrenaline in anticipation of a fight, or at least an argument and exchange of 'pleasantries'.

Will I learn to not cut people on that roundabout? Unlikely. And I'm sure I'm far from alone.