more birthdays (02.11.06 - 05.11.06)

there have recently been more birthdays to get through... it sure is an expensive time of year. last thursday we went to dinner at some italian (i think) place in wimbledon to celebrate the birthdays of both dopey and grumbies. it was a good night out - we drank beer, we ate garlic bread, we ate food, we ate wiggy's steak (the dude sure was bummed... he left soon after), we had dessert... hmmm. then porto rocked up so we went for a drink at walkabout. we drank loads of jd. we left when it closed. we sure were boozed.

so friday day was a bit of a write off, but i decided to join my old wogen colleagues for miki "bono" iwane's leaving drinks. it sure was good to catch with all the wogenites. the guys are all doing well:

neil - having another baby... everytime he looks at sandy he gets her pregnant
mel - still feuling herself with crushed ego's and barbiturates
dan - still the man with a plan
others - still drunk

so saturday we headed off to see fulham v everton. fulham won 1 - 0. it was quite entertaining but not as exhilerating as watching a pure footballing team like for instance... hmmm... spurs. we then nipped in at zulu's to watch the aussie wales game, grab a boerie roll, and sip a shandy (we sure are hardcore).

saturday night was the night of carver's (30th?) birthday. i don't really know her... but she sure is hot... so i decided to go. in order to have my A game ready, i boozed a lot at home before hand. we also dressed up to the tee - myself and dopes both had smart jackets on and i wore a tie. we arrive at some old dodgy irish pub in wandsworth... hmmm... overdressed then.

kirk wasn't there... he had convinced some bird to drive him home on her scooter to pick up his harmonica and penny whistle so that he could play along with the jittery old irish locals at the "locals-only-irish-band" table. this bird had the typical scooter piss-pot helmet - no face or chin protection.

myself and dopes got a beer... and waited. apparently kirk was looking to pick up as there were number of beautiful mature available women at the party. eventually kirk walks in with the piss-pot helmet on. he cruises up to a group of girls, and in his best afrikaans accent, complete with hand and feet-wiping actions, he starts singing: "stop, stop. ek's a speedkop. ek skryf jou naam op..." it sure was funny... but none of the birds were going to touch him after that. you can catch kirk's performance here (he is the break-dancing policeman):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fx7sHpb00mI

he then made himself some space at the locals-only table and joined in with the band on the harmonica. it was fun for about the first... hmmm... half a second. then the shakey old fogeys started to get mad. kirk being kirk didn't notice and this only got them more mad. it went on and on and it sure was funny. eventually the one old dude had had enough and told him to: "f*ck off".

i was way too drunk and ended up falling asleep for about two hours, while kirk spaded without any luck and dopey chatted to an old irish dude who was buying him jack daniels. i walked home.

on sunday spurs beat chelsea in the league for the first time in 16 years. the end to a perfect weekend - come on you spurs.