Another good work related one was finishing an all nighter at work and going out for some breakfast. In the pub. Onto another pub around lunchtime. Then the afternoon in a different pub. Back to the first one in the evening, before heading off to a nightclub. We left the club around 2 and went to a second one before hitting a titty-bar around 4. Feeling peckish we went on for breakfast in a bar.
I left around 12 to go and meet my girlfriend. She said I looked "dishevelled"...
I struggle to go the marathon day after day sessions now. getting too old, but think I burnt myself out doing that in my earlier offshore days. Me and my 'BFF' were on the same shift together so we regularly did the 2 week sessions. The GFs were quite used to us both being in a permanent 'dishevelled' state. Amazing how a blue label smirnoff for breakfast soon kicks you back into life again
My all time best was 19 days out of 21 days home on all-day/night sessions, this was on the weeks over christmas and new year. I went offshore on the 3rd January I think and took 5 days to stop shaking. Serious FUBAR after that stint.
Those days are thankfully well behind me now and at least a more sensible (in my books) approach is taken. Marriage, Kids, Kidney function, pickled livers all contributed to the slow down. Even this year I have stopped smoking and stopped drinking red bull. (except why someone forces me to have a couple of jagerbombs every now an then).
My long runs are behind me too, for the same reasons. I look back to the 90's and think "how the feck did I survive?", I used to think it was funny that I could go into most of the posh bars in Budapest and the staff knew my name and my tipple of choice...
Monday's had a special tradition. I'd go to the pub to watch the football and the landlord would give me my bill for the weekend. You could guess the size of it by the broadness of his grin.
When it broke 100,000ft [£300] he'd be laughing his tats off as he danced around the bar to present me with the damage. I always tried to pay up straight faced and without comment. And that was only one bar!
Oh, boy. The reason why Italians (and latinos in general) are known as great lovers is because Italian women are one of the toughest to pick. By the time we are 18 they've already had at least five years of hard training in love matters (you know...self confidence faking, spontanous behaviour faking, serious intentions faking, mind games, and all other stuff that gets women so aroused thinking its real).
So it is going to be difficult, my friend. Unless you have a sixpack in which case you can be "just the way you are" and dont need a character because an average woman will simply imagine it and project it over you - youll be interesting, have a sense of humor and deep in her eyes even if you are dead.
Good news is bunga-bunga is different. It is not offered, it is sold. So of all things dont forget your wallet.
Had a 142 mph gust recorded on Aonach Mor at 6am this morning.
There are trees down around the place, a chimney stack was blown off a house, trampolines leaving and arriving in folks gardens, hay bales (the big round ones) ended up on the main Aberdeen South dual carriageway. Schools are closed due to power failures and trains north of the city are cancelled.
I am off kids duties today, the wife picks them up from school today and takes them to swimming lessons, I will be away by the time they get home, then the baby sitter is due to arrive about 6 and the wife is heading out to different works do. She also has another one on Friday while I will be going on a Kids/Dads laser quest night with my eldest's teacher and the rest of her classes dads, that should be a hoot. I think we are both out on Saturday (not quite sure what yet) and the kids are off staying somewhere else, so get a 'lie in'
Back offshore on Tuesday for a rest, before getting home on the 24th.
Edit: Also negotiated that the wife will do the school run tomorrow, so I haven't got a care in the world what Time or State I get home/into tonight.