The Boys From Spain

Last weekend saw the Flea join Oscarinho and his brothers on a stag do of crazy proportions. The Spanish boys plus a few friends decided to fly over to London on Saturday afternoon and not bother to book any accomodation.

So the plan was to drink through the day and party through the night, hopefully saving enough energy to then catch their plane back to Alicante the next afternoon. The SE1 club provided the venue with an international dance music night which was plenty big enough for the boys. The Flea fell early due to flu, leaving the others to carry on with a little help from a few vitamins.

Luckily somehow, they all managed to catch their plane home so the police have now lowered London's security status from 'Stay at home, Spanish drinking tour in progress' to the usual 'Bloody dangerous, but carry on because we don't really care'.

Who You Gonna Call?

On the way to work today the Flea passed by a tree he always passes. Except today something was different.

On it was a sheet with a mobile phone number printed in the centre and then strips with the number on at the bottom as if it was an advert for something.

Somebody was curious enough to take one, but it seems more likely to the Flea that this was a case of schoolyard pranks involving some poor bullied kid's phone number than a form of guerilla marketing orchestrated by the local takeaway!

Walkabout Fly

There are flies that buzz you which piss you off and then there are flies which really piss you off.

The Flea went for a quick Kangaroo steak and pint of beer with friend YumYum after work yesterday at the Walkabout in Covent Garden. They were 'enjoying' a beefy tasting emaciated piece of overcooked 'kangaroo steak' and a couple of pints when a small winged cousin of the Flea began to bother them.

Usually a few lazy swats will drive such pestilence to the next table in a pub, but this winged assassin was determined to put an end to somebody's drink as he performed a kamikaze dive into the Flea's pint...

Hello 2007!

So the passing of another year and the dawn of the next. The Flea spent a pleasant evening in the company of the Daffodil and the Bodger aka Bagic amongst various others, in their local north London, despite being slightly off the pace due to a recent bout of gastric flu. Well, better to start the new year on the mend than deteriorating!

Personally, the Flea has resolved to put a little more bounce into everything this year, a new plan to get back to marathon fitness levels and to visit his 'office' more (Borders on Charing X Road where he has been known to read whole books in two visits!).

The Flea wishes everybody a happy new year and hopes 2007 will be a great one for all!