Mal and I went to London this weekend. In doing so, we managed to miss Jill’s hen,
and Lorna’s going-away outing, but still we had a laugh.

First our flight was delayed. Boring.

Then we met Brian and Verena, then the next day we went on an open-top bus tour, thus we “got” the highlights.

Our guide was a crazy man. Wasn’t he? Yes. He liked to end sentences with questions. Then answer them.

Dunno if this is true but I liked the sign.

We were on Kensington High Street so I showed Mal where Andy’s office is.

Mal was at the bar so I took pictures of the ceiling.

Cute car.

Mal channelling Holmes and doing his wise face.

A few randoms now.

Me and some busty ladies.

And just to prove we were there at the same time.

I haven’t much to blog about these days so I decided to hark back to a happier time.
I’m effin’ broke. Here’s Larry’s (not his real name) limo.
God bless it and it’s speedy wheels.

Congratulations Mrs. Fee-O’Neill – Roll on July 7th! I might even let ya overshadow my birthday..

I got my eyebrows tinted today.
Now I look like this (only with a frizz of red hair):

On the last ladies’ night, Lynne made little replicas of us all out of corks. I think the one in front is me, then Nicola, then Denise – who has no face. No cork-Lynne though. Selfless to the last.

I’m not sure if any of you (bar Mal and Thomas) have met him before, but this is my friend Egon. I like him because he actually does do what I tell him. That’s his missus Pamela. She’s alright but not as much craic. Anyway I mention Egon because tonight I elevated him to the status of Living Legend. That’s his job title. Very similar to mine, actually.