tis the season for illness.
caleb & joshie have been fairly ill this past week. :(
it sucks when they're ill. caleb, usually, mr hyper, is snuggling up under a blanket watching tv snuggled in on angie's lap.
it made me recall back to my days of being ill. mum would leave me snuggled up on the sofa and allow me to watch tv. occasionally i'd get up and make a colonial viper or x-wing out of the lego that she had brought down for me to play with. it was sad that often she had to leave me to work.
mummy and papa used to always pamper me. i recall when i left home to go to kenya or college my one fear was falling ill and not having my mum near by to look after me.
i look down and see caleb snuggled on angie's lap. both he, and joshie, are looking to their mummy, as i did, for their comfort in those weak times.
Tuesday, 30 September 2008
Thursday, 25 September 2008
caffeine & energy drinks
so i've been finding myself grabbing more energy drinks over the past few months than i ever have. i even once or twice resorted to caffeine tablets.
it's not so much that i like the taste. rather the boost it could give me.
energy drinks are legal in this country as is coffee.
from my understanding of addiction, the treatment is centered on the addict rather than the substance.
i get the link between the two. sometimes it's easier to go on what you are used to than to stop
i guess i'm just tired.
it's not so much that i like the taste. rather the boost it could give me.
energy drinks are legal in this country as is coffee.
from my understanding of addiction, the treatment is centered on the addict rather than the substance.
i get the link between the two. sometimes it's easier to go on what you are used to than to stop
i guess i'm just tired.
Tuesday, 23 September 2008
a mad rush
if ever you have a passports that need renewing, do it a year before their deadline. do not wait till the last two weeks. and do not do 3 at the same time with the same deadline. if, however, you do wish to cut it fine then this is our learning for you.
first thing to do is the decision making process. in our case, i was telling angie about how i'm going to be away most of october: first in hong kong, for work and a colleague's wedding, and then later to lebanon. i had a week inbetween each. whilst giving some of the more intracate details such as where and when and the ramifications of me being away angie proposed "what if we were to come with you?". jumping on the chance i followed up with a routine "you serious?"... and then a well we better sort it out quick as i'm not sure there'll be a place for us to stay re the wedding. so we made a deal: if there was a room for us then we go. no room, no trip.
i sent a quick text to a colleague. she texted back immediately to say there was one room left (the wedding is in 3 weeks) and she's given it to us. we're going to hong kong.
the second thing to do, the bit i perhaps like less: the organising. as i'm learning when travelling with a family the whole situation is more complex: working out optimum times that the kids would sleep, their sleeping arrangements, the cost-benefit of direct/indirect flights.
i might add one big feature is the finance too. we really don't have the kind of money that this warrants to spare. but we've made the decision. but this really is another matter and i may tell it at a later stage...
we all quickly realised that the only person with a valid passport was caleb. so we had to obtain 3 passports within 2.5 weeks. the challenge is set.
after a day of form filling chasing around to get countersignatures, photographs, getting joshie to sit still through his photo shoot we managed to book an appointment to get these done with a week fast track service. [note: i did not know that you're not allowed to smile for your passport photographs until i went to the shop to get mine done]
so as i left this morning (too early) to london i realised on the train that i had left one of my ID forms behind and also we were already carrying a form with a countersignature outside the explicit no go areas on the form (the blurb states that this invalidates the form in big bold letters). so as i walk to get my tube. the announcement stated that all tubes had been canceled. dang, i had 15 mins to get across london, on foot, what would take 15 mins on tube. the likelihood that i was going to make it on time for my "set in stone" appointment. gosh.
i do what any man would. walk in the right direction. trying to catch a bus and perhaps flag a bus down. praying that i would make it i look in my wallet and i have 10 quid... is that enough for a cab?... well let's see...
after trying to cross 8 roads and heavy london traffic i manage to get a cab. the cabbie said that it would be touch n go whether i'd make the appointment but he'd try his best.
he did just that. in fact he managed to add his conspiracy theories about the "added security" across the government buildings pro bono. he made his point that we have all this security and it's really just a show. if we're going to have terrorists they'll find away. hmmm... thanks.
i got into the passport office slightly late. i was told to be there 15 minutes early to allow time for security checks. it was like an airport. x ray machines, boxes for your change and phones, security guards. they say allow 15 mins to get through security. it took me 3. phew... i am by somewhat a miracle 3 minutes early. now all we need to get through is the official and the red tape.
i wait. close my eyes and say thanks for being here in time. as i open my eyes my number gets called. i walk over to the counter.
the gentleman first spotted that my countersignature person had not included their passport details on the form. the form is invalid.
he suggested that i could make a call. worth a shot. so i phoned jonny whilst on duty at heathrow airport (he stops bad guys... can't say more as if i did...) he said he had written it on the back of a card that angie stuck in one of the envelopes. like a magician with a hat i stretched my hand inside the envelope and pulled out a card. i didn't notice it before. looked at all the scribbles of names and telephone notes and then i saw a number. it was jonny's handwriting. bingo. i write the number on all 3 forms.
now for the tricky bit. i confessed. i mentioned that one of the signatures had gone outside of the explicitly "do NOT go outside of the box" part of the form. he calmly shrugs it aside and said that it's fine. what? all that tension and nervousness about how we live in an age of terrorism and this is the governments clampdown on the citizens rooting out the bad eggs to be calmed in one second. hang on maybe that cabbie was right.
so with all that adventure and what seemed to battling the government, transport system and bureaucracy we got our 3 passports.
we're off to hong kong... now about the money... :)
first thing to do is the decision making process. in our case, i was telling angie about how i'm going to be away most of october: first in hong kong, for work and a colleague's wedding, and then later to lebanon. i had a week inbetween each. whilst giving some of the more intracate details such as where and when and the ramifications of me being away angie proposed "what if we were to come with you?". jumping on the chance i followed up with a routine "you serious?"... and then a well we better sort it out quick as i'm not sure there'll be a place for us to stay re the wedding. so we made a deal: if there was a room for us then we go. no room, no trip.
i sent a quick text to a colleague. she texted back immediately to say there was one room left (the wedding is in 3 weeks) and she's given it to us. we're going to hong kong.
the second thing to do, the bit i perhaps like less: the organising. as i'm learning when travelling with a family the whole situation is more complex: working out optimum times that the kids would sleep, their sleeping arrangements, the cost-benefit of direct/indirect flights.
i might add one big feature is the finance too. we really don't have the kind of money that this warrants to spare. but we've made the decision. but this really is another matter and i may tell it at a later stage...
we all quickly realised that the only person with a valid passport was caleb. so we had to obtain 3 passports within 2.5 weeks. the challenge is set.
after a day of form filling chasing around to get countersignatures, photographs, getting joshie to sit still through his photo shoot we managed to book an appointment to get these done with a week fast track service. [note: i did not know that you're not allowed to smile for your passport photographs until i went to the shop to get mine done]
so as i left this morning (too early) to london i realised on the train that i had left one of my ID forms behind and also we were already carrying a form with a countersignature outside the explicit no go areas on the form (the blurb states that this invalidates the form in big bold letters). so as i walk to get my tube. the announcement stated that all tubes had been canceled. dang, i had 15 mins to get across london, on foot, what would take 15 mins on tube. the likelihood that i was going to make it on time for my "set in stone" appointment. gosh.
i do what any man would. walk in the right direction. trying to catch a bus and perhaps flag a bus down. praying that i would make it i look in my wallet and i have 10 quid... is that enough for a cab?... well let's see...
after trying to cross 8 roads and heavy london traffic i manage to get a cab. the cabbie said that it would be touch n go whether i'd make the appointment but he'd try his best.
he did just that. in fact he managed to add his conspiracy theories about the "added security" across the government buildings pro bono. he made his point that we have all this security and it's really just a show. if we're going to have terrorists they'll find away. hmmm... thanks.
i got into the passport office slightly late. i was told to be there 15 minutes early to allow time for security checks. it was like an airport. x ray machines, boxes for your change and phones, security guards. they say allow 15 mins to get through security. it took me 3. phew... i am by somewhat a miracle 3 minutes early. now all we need to get through is the official and the red tape.
i wait. close my eyes and say thanks for being here in time. as i open my eyes my number gets called. i walk over to the counter.
the gentleman first spotted that my countersignature person had not included their passport details on the form. the form is invalid.
he suggested that i could make a call. worth a shot. so i phoned jonny whilst on duty at heathrow airport (he stops bad guys... can't say more as if i did...) he said he had written it on the back of a card that angie stuck in one of the envelopes. like a magician with a hat i stretched my hand inside the envelope and pulled out a card. i didn't notice it before. looked at all the scribbles of names and telephone notes and then i saw a number. it was jonny's handwriting. bingo. i write the number on all 3 forms.
now for the tricky bit. i confessed. i mentioned that one of the signatures had gone outside of the explicitly "do NOT go outside of the box" part of the form. he calmly shrugs it aside and said that it's fine. what? all that tension and nervousness about how we live in an age of terrorism and this is the governments clampdown on the citizens rooting out the bad eggs to be calmed in one second. hang on maybe that cabbie was right.
so with all that adventure and what seemed to battling the government, transport system and bureaucracy we got our 3 passports.
we're off to hong kong... now about the money... :)
Wednesday, 17 September 2008
no time like the present
i am finding myself desperately short of time. i have a to do list that's longer than the hours of the day and with deadlines that are all yesterday.
i keep listening to hear many people say similar things. "if only i had more time...", "there are not enough hours in the day", "we need to be guarding our time"...
personally, i'm feeling a little hard done here by the constant time factor in my life... it's not that i want more of it, but rather i feel that there's something not quite right about my, or our, perception of it. i can't put my finger on it.
i keep listening to hear many people say similar things. "if only i had more time...", "there are not enough hours in the day", "we need to be guarding our time"...
personally, i'm feeling a little hard done here by the constant time factor in my life... it's not that i want more of it, but rather i feel that there's something not quite right about my, or our, perception of it. i can't put my finger on it.
a late night account
so i've been up the last few nights trying to get my head around accounts. not so much the figures stuff, but just the phenomenal terminology.
wittgenstein used to refer to language games and this is clearly the language game of accountants.
thankfully, i'm surrounded by a few people that are wiser than me that have been able to advise accordingly.
but honestly... does anyone else have problems getting past the basics... i mean real basics, like how to spell "accounts"...
wittgenstein used to refer to language games and this is clearly the language game of accountants.
thankfully, i'm surrounded by a few people that are wiser than me that have been able to advise accordingly.
but honestly... does anyone else have problems getting past the basics... i mean real basics, like how to spell "accounts"...
Tuesday, 16 September 2008
konichiwa
so we met up with one of angie's old friends from her college days rie. she was over from japan with her family.
it was a fun trip up to london and some nice time of catching up and family bonding. whilst our language skills were ok... it was simply amazing to just hang out and we had such a delightful afternoon eating pizza, chasing squirrels and ducks, running around and eating yummy japanese sweets.
... oh and caleb and saki had a great time :)
Tuesday, 9 September 2008
little to offer
believe it or not i'm a kind of person that is quite negative about myself. i don't think i have much to offer, nor do i view myself as particularly talented.
i often have "shower moments" when i think, sometime to angie's amusement out loud, "what on earth am i doing... surely we need some professional whatsit to do this."
still being in the business of volunteering i often look around and see such latent talent. many people have said they don't know what they could do. i usually bite my lip, but think man surely it's a case of what can't you do. the sky's the limit... the world's your oyster.
i was brought up with my mother always telling me that i could do anything. yeah, mum i'm still waiting for NASA to call me up for their next trip. but i do still hold to her words and believe at somepoint i will write my book, that i will become a musician and that in the future..... hmmmm. i guess what it comes down to: my mother gave me was hope. hope that i could be that proverbial person that is not looking at the gutter, but towards the stars.
recently, i have been working with a couple of volunteers that have kindly given up their summer and i have seen them try out some pretty cool stuff. one in particular impressed me with his "can do" attitude. a willingness to throw himself into what many would deem as "scary" situations.
what amazed me was not so much his skill set, but just the sheer humility of the purpose and the will to step out of his comfort zones. he reminded me of this hope that my mum used to speak of.
... i'm pretty sure NASA are going to call tomorrow.
i often have "shower moments" when i think, sometime to angie's amusement out loud, "what on earth am i doing... surely we need some professional whatsit to do this."
still being in the business of volunteering i often look around and see such latent talent. many people have said they don't know what they could do. i usually bite my lip, but think man surely it's a case of what can't you do. the sky's the limit... the world's your oyster.
i was brought up with my mother always telling me that i could do anything. yeah, mum i'm still waiting for NASA to call me up for their next trip. but i do still hold to her words and believe at somepoint i will write my book, that i will become a musician and that in the future..... hmmmm. i guess what it comes down to: my mother gave me was hope. hope that i could be that proverbial person that is not looking at the gutter, but towards the stars.
recently, i have been working with a couple of volunteers that have kindly given up their summer and i have seen them try out some pretty cool stuff. one in particular impressed me with his "can do" attitude. a willingness to throw himself into what many would deem as "scary" situations.
what amazed me was not so much his skill set, but just the sheer humility of the purpose and the will to step out of his comfort zones. he reminded me of this hope that my mum used to speak of.
... i'm pretty sure NASA are going to call tomorrow.
Sunday, 31 August 2008
back to basics
having just come back from a holiday in a basic farm house in wales i am feeling somewhat "natural" or "manly".
it was a holiday where all we did was chop wood, make fires, eat & drink and hang out at beaches. no fancy museums or novelty theme parks, no zoos or other artificial entertainment venues and certainly limited mod cons.
not that i did much wood cutting nor hunting for animals albeit i did watch pete cast his fishing rod, but i went with a bunch of people and certain roles started to emerge. the fire gatherers, the cooks, the child keepers, the fire starters and the entertainers. i had heaps of fun.
caleb & joshie got to hang out with other kids and play. they loved the beach: trying to build holes, sandcastles, crab catching, climbing rocks, jumping in the sea, eating sand and swimming.
i gotta confess in the build up to the holiday i was somewhat nervous at the simplicity of the place and found myself thinking if only there was central heating or decent beds. however, in the aftermath i found that whilst the place was not a luxurious pad it was a magical place that allowed me, as a city clicker, a semi chance of getting back to basics.
already looking forward to next year :)
(here's a vid of angie & jo's b'day party that we threw for them :)
Sunday, 10 August 2008
wedding season
one weekend. two weddings.
simon & esther on friday and holly & matt yesterday. both top gigs.
this is our fourth wedding of the year and we have another potential 4 to go.
usually at weddings there are some readings of love or something precious to the couple at one of these weddings was a great reading that made me smile:
“Once upon a time there was a girl I knew, who lived across the street. Brown hair, brown eyes. When she smiled, I smiled. When she cried, I cried. Every single thing that ever happened to me that mattered, in some way had to do with her. That day (we) promised each other that no matter what, that we'd always be together. It was a promise full of passion and truth and wisdom. It was the kind of promise that can only come from the hearts of the very young.” (from the Wonder Years)
loved that show... brilliant :)
simon & esther on friday and holly & matt yesterday. both top gigs.
this is our fourth wedding of the year and we have another potential 4 to go.
usually at weddings there are some readings of love or something precious to the couple at one of these weddings was a great reading that made me smile:
“Once upon a time there was a girl I knew, who lived across the street. Brown hair, brown eyes. When she smiled, I smiled. When she cried, I cried. Every single thing that ever happened to me that mattered, in some way had to do with her. That day (we) promised each other that no matter what, that we'd always be together. It was a promise full of passion and truth and wisdom. It was the kind of promise that can only come from the hearts of the very young.” (from the Wonder Years)
loved that show... brilliant :)
Tuesday, 29 July 2008
gh-ers: past n present
at tom & nat's wedding on saturday i manged to have a rare reunion with some of global hand uk's previous volunteers... those who have worked with me over the years.
sadly phil vincent was not to be found and chris watts and howie murray were absent... still twas nice to see some of the old faces. :)
(from left to right: sal begbie, kate falconer, alice keen, olga k, mal begbie, tom williams, ali mcfarlane, nat williams, charlotte hails, isabel ashwell, benjy & angie)
sadly phil vincent was not to be found and chris watts and howie murray were absent... still twas nice to see some of the old faces. :)
(from left to right: sal begbie, kate falconer, alice keen, olga k, mal begbie, tom williams, ali mcfarlane, nat williams, charlotte hails, isabel ashwell, benjy & angie)
Thursday, 17 July 2008
MIA
somehow i knew this day would come. kinda like that feeling when you know something is going to end.
monkey, caleb's partner in crime for the past 12 months, has disappeared.
it was a routine trip back from the grandparents. somewhere along the terrain between the proverbial "A" and "B", monkey managed to get left behind. our family "leave no man, or monkey, behind" policy kicked in and we extended an extensive search and rescue program. to date: nada.
hope is desperately fading. memories come flooding back of all the adventures, caleb's insistence for us to pray for him every night and reminder of his inclusion in our family outfit. at first, he was just another amongst the ranks of army of cuddly toys... but he rose to the top, against fierce competition from tiger and naughty monkey.
the atmosphere in the camp is grim. principally from angie and me. i'm currently at step five in the mourning process: anger. i still believe he's out there waiting for us to rescue him...
the dilemma: should we replace him or treat this as a valuable "life lesson" of loss and remembrance?...
whatever the dilemmas, rescue mission planning and constant re-living of the sequence of events and journey to uncover any clues... the truth of the matter is: i miss him.
monkey, caleb's partner in crime for the past 12 months, has disappeared.
it was a routine trip back from the grandparents. somewhere along the terrain between the proverbial "A" and "B", monkey managed to get left behind. our family "leave no man, or monkey, behind" policy kicked in and we extended an extensive search and rescue program. to date: nada.
hope is desperately fading. memories come flooding back of all the adventures, caleb's insistence for us to pray for him every night and reminder of his inclusion in our family outfit. at first, he was just another amongst the ranks of army of cuddly toys... but he rose to the top, against fierce competition from tiger and naughty monkey.
the atmosphere in the camp is grim. principally from angie and me. i'm currently at step five in the mourning process: anger. i still believe he's out there waiting for us to rescue him...
the dilemma: should we replace him or treat this as a valuable "life lesson" of loss and remembrance?...
whatever the dilemmas, rescue mission planning and constant re-living of the sequence of events and journey to uncover any clues... the truth of the matter is: i miss him.
Sunday, 15 June 2008
i have never bought a car
i've had 5 cars... and just about to get another.
they have all been of outstanding. some great "innings" and memories: the general taking me to my wedding, cruising the streets in the beemer, bringing both my children home from the hospital and constant trips . even had one nicked and then returned to me.
the one thing each of these cars have in common: they were all gifts. i have never purchased a car... at least not a full size one.
we certainly have got huge reason to celebrate these gifts and what they have enabled us to do.
now i am passing one on to our nephew in and about to receive our 6th car. all i can say is wow... WOW... we are very blessed :)
Friday, 13 June 2008
play time
i've always been an inclusive type of guy. i don't normally like to leave somebody out. if i got a party, i got to contact everybody rather than just a select few. i enjoy big crowds.
recently, we were at a somebody else's house for lunch.
it was an affair where you leave the kids to play with each other, they had 3 girls, while the adults sit around the table to chat.
we had this incredible meal where we were all together and joshie was crawling around whilst caleb was in the big chairs and eating away.
it was a lovely time trying to talk to friends and spending some lovely time over a nice meal.
then when the kids all finished they all went to play outside. well joshie continued to crawl around by our feet.
every now and again i would look outside to see what caleb was up to. hoping he wasn't ripping their garden up or abusing the girls. i always seem to have several nerves going that caleb is going to go on a war path.
as i looked out i was struck by a sight that has haunted me. it was the three girls playing away and enjoying each other thoroughly. caleb was there watching them but all by himself. the girls were ignoring him. he was trying to get on with a few things but he kept looking over to see the fun that the others were having.
instantly i wanted to run over and play with him. give him a hug. show him how how much i enjoy his company... my heart went out for him.
one time caleb did find a bat and ball to play with and one of the girls came over to ask him for it. amazingly he handed it over. it was received only to be discarded shortly after. caleb again had nothing.
there was one particular sight where the three girls were in this play house playing and they had shut the door and all i saw was caleb walking over to peer in at the window at them having a great time.
i know its just kids playing and i don't hold anyone responsible nor do i believe it was malicious or intentional, but as a dad seeing your boy isolated, alone and without love was a sight, a thought and a memory that still haunts me.
recently, we were at a somebody else's house for lunch.
it was an affair where you leave the kids to play with each other, they had 3 girls, while the adults sit around the table to chat.
we had this incredible meal where we were all together and joshie was crawling around whilst caleb was in the big chairs and eating away.
it was a lovely time trying to talk to friends and spending some lovely time over a nice meal.
then when the kids all finished they all went to play outside. well joshie continued to crawl around by our feet.
every now and again i would look outside to see what caleb was up to. hoping he wasn't ripping their garden up or abusing the girls. i always seem to have several nerves going that caleb is going to go on a war path.
as i looked out i was struck by a sight that has haunted me. it was the three girls playing away and enjoying each other thoroughly. caleb was there watching them but all by himself. the girls were ignoring him. he was trying to get on with a few things but he kept looking over to see the fun that the others were having.
instantly i wanted to run over and play with him. give him a hug. show him how how much i enjoy his company... my heart went out for him.
one time caleb did find a bat and ball to play with and one of the girls came over to ask him for it. amazingly he handed it over. it was received only to be discarded shortly after. caleb again had nothing.
there was one particular sight where the three girls were in this play house playing and they had shut the door and all i saw was caleb walking over to peer in at the window at them having a great time.
i know its just kids playing and i don't hold anyone responsible nor do i believe it was malicious or intentional, but as a dad seeing your boy isolated, alone and without love was a sight, a thought and a memory that still haunts me.
Tuesday, 10 June 2008
nice pic... but is that a shark coming out that chap's roof?.... of course
the headington shark. one i always see when we visit our friends in headington always impresses & amuses me.
bill heine, the owner said: "The shark was to express someone feeling totally impotent and ripping a hole in their roof out of a sense of impotence and anger and desperation… It is saying something about CND, nuclear power, Chernobyl and Nagasaki."
Wednesday, 4 June 2008
"augustus gloop"
i've been doing my best german accent for the past week saying two words only: "augustus gloop". i've been working away and muttering the words and walking round the house practicing my accents...
fyi- he's a character in charlie and the chocolate factory.
a little background: we were in oxford last weekend and i watched a bit of the film, as part of caleb's bedtime routine, and saw the scene where augustus is introduced. the impression was made. and the words were already swirling round my head.
since coming back we were again watching the film as part of caleb's bedtime... and with out prompting, caleb just turned round to me and said "gloop" in his best accent (which sounded much like his normal one save for extended vowels sounds).
now all i'm saying is "gloop" in caleb's accent.
still last month i was saying "lord farquaad" in my best dutch accent after repeat viewings of shrek as part of bedtime routines.
fyi- he's a character in charlie and the chocolate factory.
a little background: we were in oxford last weekend and i watched a bit of the film, as part of caleb's bedtime routine, and saw the scene where augustus is introduced. the impression was made. and the words were already swirling round my head.
since coming back we were again watching the film as part of caleb's bedtime... and with out prompting, caleb just turned round to me and said "gloop" in his best accent (which sounded much like his normal one save for extended vowels sounds).
now all i'm saying is "gloop" in caleb's accent.
still last month i was saying "lord farquaad" in my best dutch accent after repeat viewings of shrek as part of bedtime routines.
Tuesday, 27 May 2008
solanky event 2008
angie, caleb, joshua & i gave a short presentation about ourselves and the work we do at our church this past weekend.
it was a precious time of sharing the whole why we do this.
here are a few pics :)
we also showed this video about last year's Give Me Shelter (courtesy of Nat & Pete):Friday, 23 May 2008
bank holiday weekends
for me bank holiday weekends are all about a pub lunch.
it's not so much the case anymore... having a family means that any sort of venture out is a treat... but i remember the many many monday's that i'd have in the pub, usually of nice location and preferably with beer garden, sitting in, or out, with friends enjoying some fine ales and good catch up.
i loved the pub philosophers/politicians positions that we'd assume to put the world to right... and it seemed to always be a winner and a good opportunity to gather friends in the same place.
there's something about lunchtime drinking that i'm particularly fond of. perhaps it has a different context and hence free from the "big night out" feeling.
i have many fond memories of sitting in pubs (the vine, the white hart, the thirst & last, the brasserie, the buck's head or the spotted dog) at lunch time with a few friends enjoying company and conversation over a fine ale or larger.
not sure i'll be in the pub this weekend... but still... i always think of pub lunches when there's a bank holiday weekend.
it's not so much the case anymore... having a family means that any sort of venture out is a treat... but i remember the many many monday's that i'd have in the pub, usually of nice location and preferably with beer garden, sitting in, or out, with friends enjoying some fine ales and good catch up.
i loved the pub philosophers/politicians positions that we'd assume to put the world to right... and it seemed to always be a winner and a good opportunity to gather friends in the same place.
there's something about lunchtime drinking that i'm particularly fond of. perhaps it has a different context and hence free from the "big night out" feeling.
i have many fond memories of sitting in pubs (the vine, the white hart, the thirst & last, the brasserie, the buck's head or the spotted dog) at lunch time with a few friends enjoying company and conversation over a fine ale or larger.
not sure i'll be in the pub this weekend... but still... i always think of pub lunches when there's a bank holiday weekend.
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