Graham had a seminar on Saturday in London and we had a work party on the Saturday night so we decided to treat ourselves to a weekend in London. That way, we did not have to worry about making the late night train home in time (the notorious 'puke express) nor worrying about getting up at sparrows to catch a train in the morning. They had engineering works on the tracks (just for a change) so catching a train is like playing Russian Roulette, except you are more likely to shoot yourself than catch a train.
Saturday was a beautiful sunny day and G left early to trek across London and I went for a run. Whilst he was trying to pay attention on how to make some millions, I walked along the Thames to Chelsea to see people spending their millions at Sloane Square! All designer shops, designer people, designer kids, designer shades and all busy on the mobiles whilst casually strolling down the pavements carrying bags with LABELS. Funnily enough, most of them were either speaking English with foreign accents or were speaking languages other than English, but then it is Chelsea and probably explains why the football club battles to field Englishmen.
I then made my way across town to Oxford Street, the City, back along the Strand and crawled into the hotel feeling like a sleep but no such luck. We had to go to a pajama party. I didn't know of anyone who had pajamas but Graham and I thought we'd dress up anyway. When we got to the party, a lot of others had specially bought all t hese pretty jamies and things whilst we were ..er...not so glamorous as you can see. The party was held in a flat close to Tower Bridge and was a farewell party of one of the Canadians on the project. Great place to stay! Apparently 'cheap' for that area at £550 a week. Cheap because the kitchen is small and the bathrooms don't have doors...but that is another story all on its own...
Below are some photies, we had quite a lot of them but couldn't load them all in case someone sued us (not serious). We hauled ourselves out of there early hours of the morning, only to wake up to the sounds of loudspeakers...the London Marathon was under way. We were too lazy to go out and watch on the streets, and besides it was raining, so we watched in the safety of our room instead. We met up with some more people for brunch and then wandered off back to Egham surrounded by limping happy people dangling medals and big smiles as they made their way to warm baths and cold beers.... a great weekend....I guess that was Spring then !
The Photo Album of the weekend
Saturday morning, bright and early!! Might not sound special to you...but guess what? This was a weekend day...in London...after a miserable winter...and we had the sun shining into the room. It was so exciting, we took pictures!!
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Nat, Gabi and Jenny. Gabi is the wife of one of our colleagues (also Ozzie). She was wearing a wig so most us had no idea who she was. Graham said it was hard to take a picture as he had to wait to catch her at a moment when she wasn't looking in the mirror. Nice lady, but a bit crazy.
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