On the apple wine for another three months

The birthday shindig in London was a success. There were about 15 or so people at Zebrano bar to begin with (thanks for the idea Ang) after kicking off at around 8pm on Friday night. We hung around there till about half 11, then headed over to our VIP table at Fabric club. Top marks to Marc for arranging the table. It quite pricey for the priviledge though since most things on the drinks menu were 100 pounds minimum per item. After all the hype of going to see Freq Nasty and Pump DJs we all piked out early (they were both on around 4pm). The one exception was the ever effervescent Braden who was a real trooper and battled on to the early hours of the morning. He's certainly changed - he didn't have any raver flashing LEDs with him that night.

Being in London, it would be rude not to take advantage of the creature comforts that our ancestors bought over from the motherland - Marmite and full english breakfasts. So Saturday was a day of eating and sampling the way-tasty coffee at Flat White. Flat white is a cafe run by antipodeons and is about the only place north of the equator you can buy a flat white or a long black. If you appreciate New Zealand coffee and are in London, you need to visit that place.

Saturday night Raephaela, Rohan and I went to a house party down in Clapham - was pretty cool. I am now the proud owner of some Rohan Murphy signature-class cloggy slippers - cheers bro.

The following couple of weeks were pretty uneventful - really busy at work and it'll probably stay that way for the next couple of weeks. I also found out that I'll be in Frankvegas for the next three months, which I don't mind. Gives me a chance to improve zee German and is pretty central if I wanna go visit places. Speaking of which, I'm writing this on the train coming back from Belgium - once again it was overcast. I visited Koen who is a Belgian I knew from NZ and is back in Europe for a few months getting his shit together. He lives in Sint Niklaas, which unusually isn't a town that was founded on beer brewing but we spend the night in Leuven. You might remember it from an earlier blog entry of mine and this time was no different, except we discovered a few more places to visit. There was a bar to suit everyone's music tastes - reggae, rock, house, dance and silence (the places where the old buggars go to smoke, drink and generally be cantankerous).

The book writing is also ticking over - not much to report there. Another couple of chapters are due on April fools day, then the thing should be about 40% done. Buggared if I know why I'm writing the thing. Maybe it'll come to me in an epiphany one morning in the shower - the best thinking gets done then. The executive assistant editor has been moved on to other pastures, so there's a bit of a reprive from publisher pressure while they get their internals realigned. The flow of the writing seems to improve over time, so I assume I'm getting less worse at putting words to keyboard.