This is Merlin the comatose rabbit, his story is in an earlier entry. Apparently he was saved from being snake food as a young buck, so he missed out on all the educational toys and attention that Klem and Lulu got.
Anyroad, we sucked in the pub quiz the other night and walked out halfway through leaving our quiz sheet with another team… Dr.Jeckyl’s first name? the ZIP code for Iowa? How many bulls in a Spanish bull fight? We didn’t stay for the answers, but I think google might know. We went from abject failure in the quiz to one of the only scrabble games with no words longer than 4 letters. Dismal. Hey ho.
Friday was nice, we were celebrating/commiserating my boss, Joop’s moving on to bigger and better things and had a couple of swift pints with the team (all in matching PAPAS T-shirts) before going home to see Sita and go to Ciao Bella to celebrate our anniversary. Photos shortly.
Today we’re off to Sudarat’s for breakfast and stuff, there should be quite a crowd there. anyroad, that’s all fer now, cheersy.
Glad to report that Merlin the rabbit is starting to show signs of a nascent personality. If it wasn’t for him hopping around, I probably wouldn’t have watched “13 going on 30” in its entirety last night. Photos definitely coming soon… of the rabbit and guineau pig that is.
Sita and I are off to a pub quiz in 99 bottles of beer. The team’s going to be a bit depleted but we’ll do our best without the sports and natural history experts. We came second a fortnight ago, thanks in large part to the British bias of the questions (It’s called “A Brit of Trivia” and is run by a bloke from Bolton in the North of England). Knowing the only poisonous snake in the British Isles (the adder) helped no end. Also Sita has an encyclopaedic knowledge of dodgy 80s US sitcom themes. “perfect strangers” anyone? Standing tall…
Anyroad, I’ll blog how we did in the quiz. Up for grabs are 10 pints or an “entree”. The usual winning team is called “The Wankers” and we have suspicians they’re a bunch of treacherous, cheating gits.
So, we now have two additions to the menagerie. (Our neighbour) Christine rang us on Sunday to see if we were around to meet her friend who wanted to ask us to rabbit and guinea pig sit for her while she was on holiday. We said OK, and arranged for said friend and her critters to come round on Sunday afternoon to meet us. She came along with enough pet supplies to sink a battleship, a bottle of Trader Joe’s Chilean wine and Puff (G-Pig) and Merlin (rabbit) and the assumption that we’d say yes.
We promptly learned that she’d be away, incommunicado, in Yurop for a full month. So Klem and Lulu are doing their best to get used to the new additions to the room. Lulu’s become v. territorial and Klem is bearing the brunt of Lulu’s behaviour. Sita too is coming to terms with sharing an office that’s looking increasingly like a vet’s waiting room and a fridge resembling a well-stocked Safeway aisle.
Puff is an inscrutable little beastie, he wanders in and out of his igloo pausing occasionally to make thrumming noises and throw quizzicle looks at us. Merlin was still in a state of shock when I left this morning from his car ride over here. Anyroad, photos’ll be appearing around these parts of how Sita’s foster kids are doing.
Here’re the photos from Radio Cooperativa. Sita and, apparently, her dad are v. happy for Chile. I think they’re for tennis or something. The UK’s got a couple so far, in what events I couldn’t tell you. Not the biggest sports fan see…
Sita’s just decided she’s going to do a paper on Morrissey and Latino Los Angelinos after dancing around the room to This Charming Man or some such last night round our mate Sudarat’s house.
Anyroad, I’m off to work and it’s Sunday. Just had a chat with me nanny who’s missing her son Geoff, after he’s been looking after for a week while me mum and dad were on holiday in “sunny” devon. Really looking forward to seeing them in a couple of weeks.
It’s not as bad as it looks. A fairly rigid interpretation of the bible this one…
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell – The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Test
So our neighbours, Ricardo and Christine, roped me into recording for posterity a practical joke they were going to play on their friends involving water balloons, a 50ft high bridge and joggers. Ricardo was to drop the balloons off the bridge and I’d film the runners being soaked. Sita pointed out beforehand, that people getting attacked with water by anonymous strangers was likely to invite their rage. Christine assured her of the collective “wacky” sense of humour of the runners and they’d laugh along as R. pelted them with water. Anyroad, once again, Sita nailed it. The first bloke stopped running, looked up, started his macho posturing and teamed up with his mate to cut off Ricardo’s escape route and sort him out, “come down here and try that you bastard”, and stuff. I just kept taking (blurry, underexposed) photos and resolved not to mention this again. So anyway, I’ll work out a way to get the photo on here to relive the crazy madcap student madness…