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Somebody’s Ralphing!

Posted on March 27, 2008 @ 11:58 AM
Although there's probably plenty of other important stuff going on in the world right now, just wanted to let the people know that the mild mannered Swiss love machine Txomin Higson went out last night in Biarritz to watch England lose to France at footy, and got hammered in the process.

His current status is leaning over the not-smelling-too-good-anyway cubicle in the SE Office dunny, chucking his guts up. Respect!

It's still pretty solid here, and windy miller. I drove past capB on dusk and saw Tim Boal and Michel Bourez getting out of the dap. Fair play, it was freezing cold, howling wind and uber rippy, but the lads were geting a training sesh on ready to storm the up and coming QS's. If I was cold imagine how chilly it must have been to a fellow, less acclimatised Tahitian!

I went to England for Easter which was good. I drove down to PLymouth, stayed a night there and had a beer in the Ride bar on Tavistock Place, formerly run by two Ventons. The next day I drove into Cornwall. We went through St Germains, along the coast to Downderry and a round to Looe before going the back way to Bodmin. The primroses, one of Britains native species of flowers were going mental all along the hedgerows, it was a jolly scenic drive in my mum's Focus. Then we headed past Newquay and on to Porthtowan, where we stayed with the Ingos, who have a great place overlooking the beach with wicked views. During the festivities, I even managed a cheeky splash in on Ingo's singo with man they call Brody formerly known as the dark man of drum n bass, who took an hour off work in the Blue Bar in order to dap. There was no one else out, aaprently it was snowing up the line but we were lovin it with a little gap in the wind and some fun shiny bumps.

Back in the smoke, I stayed with MarkyD in Battersea after a day in the London HQ of our publisher. Early in the am we went up into town on MarkyD's 800cc BMW motorbike. Across Chelsea Bridge, along the Embankment, right through Parliament square, along Whitehall, past Trafalgar square and along Charing Cross before getting dropped off outside Borders on Tottenham Court road boy. That was grand. Although it was a bit scary when he does 90 mph in the 100metre gap between lights, it was exciting. I had a coffee in Starbucks and marvelled at all the officey chicks coming in looking all steely and serious, yet somehow curiously fragile. They had on woollen overcoats that came roughly to thee same length as their short skirts, tights and of course, boots. Oh yeah.

I bought a book and then jumped on the tube to Liverpool St and the Stansted Express.

Apparently the wavez are supposed to be good here tomorrow, 6-8ft, offshore and warm and sunny. we'll see about dat.

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