"scoobie doobie sca sca scoobie doobie dah..."

Smoking doobies in the morning is, I would say, a tricky, yet amusing habit. One that allows one to sort of waft into the day on hazy cloud, somewhat oblivious to the normal everyday stresses of commuting and pre-midday headaches. But couple this with the unsual, and annoying morning infliction of puffy-eye syndrome (PES) that I seem to suffer from on a daily basis and its good bye good lookin' and hello weird mongrel girl! I look like I've been hibernating for four years.
The first words my boss said to me were: "have you got a hangover?"
Charming...

I went to Lille last weekend. Jenny was there on work and so had a (really nice and swanky) hotel sorted etc so invited me along. She would be finished at 4pm on the Saturday which would give us the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday to 'do' Lille together. I arrived at 12pm so had a few hours to kill on my own before meeting up with Jen. With this time I ate moules frites and drank Hoegaarden in the main square, with the sun beating down on me, reading my book. Delightful. I had already mosied around a street market and took advantage of the 'wine tasting' stall so, I was feeling a bit tiddley and whilst walking passed a hairdressers (coiffere) I decided in haste to drop in and get that bob I've been banging on about for a while. So I did, and off came my hair. Its now just below chin level and in a messy bob. It looks kinda cool.
Anyway, once me and Jen hooked up, it was off into night to drink and eat lavishly. We succeeded in our mission with gusto and a previous discussion of utilising the city's nightlife was put on hold, and we were in bed by 12.30am. How poor is that? Still a good night sleep was well needed as all of Sunday we spent wondering aimlessly around the city, picking up bits and pieces and presents along the way. We stumbled across 'l'citedell' which is the old city, surrounded by city walls built in a five pointed star (satan anyone?) and a beautiful canal water-way, which makes it an island or L'ile in French. L'ile became Lille over time...
Blah blah blah, we walked around that for a while and went to a zoo with red pandas, fat owls and snow leopards, and then got our train home. I had bought a first class ticket (only £5 more than standard for this particular train) and spent the two hours travelling, eating airplane food and drinking champagne! Wicked!

Was an exceedling lovely way to spend the weekend. I love France. Yes it's full of french people, yes it sometimes smells of sewages, and they don't treat animals very well, but they have incredible food, exceptional wine, a really chilled out attitude towards life, and a stunning country. I could happily live there and I actually harbour desires to do so...
From now on...I should be referred to as Le Dani.

I brought a Richard Cheese cd that Evan made me in to work, believing it would satisfy all music tastes within the office. I was right. We're now trying to think of a way that we could perhaps get him over to play some dates in the UK. Richard Cheese on Xtra Mile???? Hahahahaahahahahaa