Captin’s log

Captain’s log star date: 26.09.05

I am in the final week at work and there is a definite winding down feeling.

There is little to do at work so I can dedicate my time to tying up some personal loose ends, although, I have come to the realisation that there is now very little I can do, if I have forgotten anything.

Mairead has organised the tasks and milestones efficiently as usual. There were spreadsheets and graphs, with colour coding and VBA coding, all designed to ensure that nothing was overlooked.

It is quite reassuring to know that there is someone else who can share the blame, if we find out that a major utility has been overlooked, or a bill is left unpaid.

We both had are respective leaving parties over the weekend.

Mine was on the Saturday night at a place called Loom in London. The party was also to mark 25 years with my school friends, so there were several groups of people dotted around the club, some drinking, some sitting, all mine dancing.

The evening started when Mairead and I turned up at the club to find that we were the first ones there. This was the embodiment of all my fears, having a party and nobody turning up. Even the four other hosts were not there. By the time the other hosts turned up 45 minutes late, I was fuming. But just as I was about to explode, with great vengeance and furious anger, they took the wind out of my sails by presenting me with a huge, stitched Union Jack flag and a t-shirt with ”You can take the boy out of London, but you can’t take London out the boy” written upon it. My anger was gone and the evening began.

The people I invited directly encamped on the dance floor as the DJ span one classic tune after another.

Friend came and went as the night worn on and it was truly a pleasure to see them all.

The night finally ended at 01.30hrs with a core group of about 20 people still remaining.

By the evening I was drunk, drenched in sweat and delighted that the evenings had been such a success.

The following day, Mairead held court at the restaurant Paridiso in Waterloo from 16.00hrs. Here we lunched with friends and their children in a civilised manner, until about 19.00hr when a 30 strong gay hen party took over the seats opposite.

By this time the numbers on our table had dwindled, but an essential core remained and we were treated to a gay stripper gram, courtesy of the gay hen party at the other table. The women on our table where not that impressed with his physique and the lads were not impressed by the almost clinical choreography of his performance.

Captain’s log star date: 27.09.05

This whole week I have been carrying out final checks. I have packed my travel sac which is surprisingly light, therefore I am convinced that I am missing essential pieces of clothing or some major item that I will not be able to do without for two months (I wonder if I can get a laptop in there).

Although, I say that the travel sac feels light, but I am sure that once I have had it on my back for an unfeasible length of time, my lower lumber region will not think that it is quite a light as I originally thought.

I have opted for a travel sac rather than a rucksack. What is the difference? The travel sac is not for long journeys or hiking as it does not support the back as well as a fully adjustable, moulded rucksack. However the main difference for me is that I am likely to use the travel sac again on holidays and weekends away, where as the rucksack would either rot in a loft, or be ceremonially hurled off a cliff in the knowledge that I am probably getting too old for back packing anywhere any more.

I have bought a book on Mandarin. Now I do not intend to be having long philosophical debates on the merits of Ming verses Mao, but I do not intend to fall into the ‘shout loudly and slowly in English with pretend Chinese accent’ trap.

It is a very interesting language and it explains a lot about Chinese mannerisms. For example, there is little or no tense, which makes sense in Chinese, but it explains why when a native Chinese speaker always sound as if they are barking instruction at you and sometimes come across as rude.

Although their apparent rudeness could also be the result of the Communist party ‘job for life’ mentality. “Buy it, don’t buy it, I do not care because I am still getting paid”.

It will be very interesting to see whether I can make myself understood, and also more importantly, who the Chinese understand better out of Mairead and Myself.

It is the petty things that keep the spark alive.


~ by jeditopcat on 6 October, 2005.

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