Sore heads and shared breakfasts..

Well peeps, the day has finally arrived. Me and my good buddy are set to invade Fortress Europa later on today, and boy can I not wait. All the packing (and re packing) is now complete, I'm just charging up the phone, iPod and camera (cheers Dan). My money is now changed to Euro's - about that, how turd is the pound now, I was checking the converter on my phone (about 2 years old) and for £550 you could get about 830 odd euro's, now it just gets you 670. Harsh, cheers Gordon, well played.

Yesterday was Rich's birthday so we couldn't let the day pass without a few cheeky ales to celebrate that - and the fact we'd finished work for a couple of weeks. Well as usual it didn't turn out as expected, the couple turned into quite a substantial session. I was rather drunk, hence not remembering dishing out a 20 during the night (thanks for reminding me mate), but a good night was had, and a great start to two weeks of fun. So the sore head, now you know why.

I had to drop a few things off to Rich's this morning so I thought I'd turn up with a good old bacon barm for the lad - I was assuming he'd have a sore head as well (I was right). So there we were, eating our breakfast barms stood outside his gaff and looking up at the sky saying what a great day it is to go to Europe. Sweet!! One of the items I had to drop off was an awful shower bag, loving the grey mate, love it. But costing just a pound, you can't grumble at that. I think we're going to come back from this trip with a degree in money saving ideas. We'll see.

Anyway, rubbish post this time but my head is too full of giddyness to write anything the least bit interesting. Just wait until next time, I'll be posting from Europe. Hey, what are the key boards like over there, when you start typing does it come on the screen in the native language. Hmmm....