Drunk, on a Sunday!

and now feeling rough on a Monday.


Sunday was alot of fun, but I'm feeling it todaya. I'm tired beyond belief. not just a little bit. Head lolling around my shoulders as I look at the computer screen. The system is down so I can't actully work so I'm looking for a camera on ebay and wishing I was still in bed.


Getting as drunk as I turened out to be was an accident. I was supposed to get my hair cut, have a civilised lunch with Jamie then go home and hang up my washing.


It started well, I got my hair cut. The fringe isn't quite short enough, but never mind it would have grown ito this in about a week anyway (my hair grows ridiculously fast). Jamie couldn't find the hair dressers, not helped by the fact that he called it hairy fairy rather than hair by fairy! So we did what comes naturally to us and met in a pub. It was National Norweigan day or some such and the pub was full of them, being all patriotic and stuff. There was a geezer that looked alot like Beethoven (the Bill & Ted version) who kept standing on a bar stool and starting them all off singing their National anthem. Not that I minded, the only thing Iminded was I didn't know the words so I couldn't join in! We got talking to a girl on the table next to ours and she said he should start something different that he was doing the same thing over and over. As I didn't a) know the song and b) understand the words until she'd said that I hadn't noticed. We went for food at an Italian place near the square then went back for a few more in the Punch (or as I will call it from now on-that Norweigan place) Beethoven had been joined on his bar stool-or at least another bar stool dangerously close to him, by a member of the blues brothers and I think the girl that wanted a different song had had a word, but they couldn't come up with a Norweigan song that everybody knew so they had settles on the chorus from "Buffalo Soldier" So at least now I could join in!