Extra time multi bull

A few things worth noting…

I went to the wedding of my colleague Damien and his girlfriend at the time B on the saturday just gone, it was a lovely reception with a very tasty hog roast and a barn dance celeigh, so congratulations to them! whilst at the reception I drank a reasonable amount of locally sourced cider and proceeded to get a little tipsy. Holly then escourted Issy and I back to our hotel, and along the journey I spouted utter nonsense to the amusement of Holly and then ran out the hotel room naked… I think somehow the journey home made me drunker as fortunately I wasn’t naked at the wedding.

That night… once I had some clothes on… I slept quite badly as my hangover kicked in and the summer heat flooded the stuffy room. But when I did manage to sleep I had a dream that Holly was showing me a video on my phone that was so loud it woke up the guy in the room above… then the hotel receptionist banged on the door and told us we shouldn’t be watching tv at 3am. It was a fairly dull and odd dream by my standards.

I got up early on Sunday morning feeling ok, and got a lift to wales with Fredel after dropping Holly andd Issy at the station. I then spent the entire day playing polo and came 3rd in a tournament before going to an hour and a half training session. When I eventually got home to bed I had another lovely dream. this time for some reason I had fallen out with Holly and Rachel and Tom were refusing to let me speak to her or let her answer her phone. I was couped up with all my friends in a house that had a jungle inside and a load of slides and rope ladders. Every now and again I was also walking around some hillsides watching polo games in the distant valley below. There was something Iwas searching for in the hills but I can’t remember what.Suddenly I was back in the house and had decided to march up to Holly to make up with her. Then I woke up, and text Holly to say I’d had a bad dream; and she replied saying she’d had a worse one. Good times.

So hopefully tonight I’ll have a more exciting and happy dream, as I have had lots of good news today including securing a home for me, Holly and Issy to live in and envirophone paying me!

I just done come back fromma Alps innit

And I’m off there again in a few days. Such an expensive lifestyle… lucky I’ve got no savings otherwise I’d have to put money in them instead of spending it on tings.

So I’ve done 2 weeks alpine paddling again, paddled everyday I think… except 1 where I did some scary rafting. Everyone else in the raft yelling and screaming… me thinking “Well I’m scared too… stop looking to me for answers!!!” Rachel and Maryann… sorry I told you to shush

I had my first scary pin… on some iron bars, what was left of a concrete wier I believe. This is how I described my thought pattern to Ole’ Marky B, r.e. the situation.

In my head: “Hmm this could kill me. I can’t get out. Maybe the others can… Wait, I’m sinking… Must… Push… Harder… All this water over my head my head. What if the others take ages. Ouch this hurts… My penis is being crushed… Why is there scaffolding here anyway?”

Audibly: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! GET ME OUT!”

In my head: “Fuck. I’ll do it myself. This might make me pinned upside down… Oh well, I’ll go for it”

And it worked, I rolled off the iron bar wedged in my crotch and avoided the 2nd one in front of me, and got pulled out the river by Chris Eastabrook. Thank you Chris.

Anyway, I never paddled that river again, the Upper Guil, but I’ll go back next year and try again.

The rest of the trip was awesome though, and the pin kinda made me feel better about most other things “A weir, pfft, I’ve survived worse. Let’s run it”

Good things that happened included being pulled over for speeding and getting away with it… that was close. Being drunk 12/14 nights was fun, there was some very funny nights with about 20 drunk happy people, lots of fun and stories. Some excellent drinking games … “Pete, drink. Simon, drink. Rachel, drink, Dan, drink…” You get the idea. We made a floatilla of boats, and named it Fleetwood Mac, and spent a few hours on the lake drinking cheap dirty wine and being drunk british louts, but very friendly entertaining ones, the slalom boaters training around us seemed to laugh. Sinking the giant raft with no safety equipment whilst drunk was probably a little dangerous, in hind site, but everyone was ok… exceot the 3/4 bottle of Rose. What a waste.

There were some funny attempts by people to speak french and just completely fail… drunk AND sober. Generally, pointing and nodding with a please and thankyou works best in English… so why wouldn’t it in French… oh it does? Fantastic! That must be why I speak the best French

Anyways, there’s a video to follow and lots of photos coming with more details.

I got back and had to finish moving from my old house to my new one, which is all done now, but I’ve still not unpacked so there’s a tiny channel from my door to my bed… and I don’t know where anything is. Still, I’ll get there.

I’ve got to get back to work now, these company car tax tools wont sort themselves out you know. Off to the International London Polo tournament after work for the weekend, playing on the Avon Develpment Squad, which is awesome, I will post up how that goes.

Anyway, nice to be back in England… again… for a few days.

Oh, and Pate, should be pronounced Payt, like Pete with an a, or Pete should be prounced Peetey… I’ll leave it up to the world to decide, but I want an answer on my desk by monday morning!!

Fox Paddling

Wooooooooooooooo I haven’t blogged in ages, mostly just due to the fact that I’ve spent very little time sitting around on my arse doing little. My lovely shiny new pc got about 2 weeks of gameplay and now it’s turned into a top end spec high performance email checker… oh well, it’s time will come again shortly, I have no doubt.

More to the point, I’m buying a Kayak woohoo!! So I can swiftlyprogress from low end intermediate paddler to some one with a little bit of class and style. Talking of class and style, the Ninja Marmots, the BUCC’s very best and most powerful canoe polo team to date (possibly…) won 4/5 games in there opening debut in the South West League Div 3. We only lost to one team, Taunton, who won a ridiciulous amount of games (5/5) with scores of 6 – 0 or more each time… except against the Marmots who kept them down to 3 – 0, and Greg pointed out that for every other team except us, they would have been better off forfitting the match and getting the 3 – 0 default loss!!

Anyways, my new/old Kayak is an Inazone 222, and lot’s of people say it’s a good boat for beginners but it stunts progression, well all the cool people I like more than everyone else disagree and say it’s fantastic, and I’ll be a great paddler by next summer and I’ll win the alps, no doubt.

So anyways, I do a fair amount of fox tracking these days with Katie, who makes staying up till 4am running around fields, roads and dark alleys not as cold, miserable and depressing as it should be (and I’m not being dirty >:| ) becuase of her unhumanly amount of energy, heat and joy. I’m usually the support team (me and my car) for Katie and Charlie, and get to spend 3 or so hours sleeping during the events while they do all the hard work, and I just move the wheeled heat box from place to place so they can sit in it. However last night Charlie was in France so I had to take a lead role and run around carrying a pile of papers and not knowing what was going on. Unfortunatley we had a broken reciver, a broken car aerial and a broken hand held aerial.

After 2 hours of drving round not being able to find the damn fox, we were assigned a different fox to go follow already knowing a fairly accurate location for it. We went to the 2nd fox and getting nothing on the car aerial managed to pick up an intermittent signal with the hand held aerial, and having started at 8am, spending 2 hours not finding fox 1, we eventually managed to find fox 2 in a field becuase the intermittent signal led us just close enough to hear it sitting still screaming in a field. It did that for about 15 minutes, and then probably died… I suspect it was a death, becuase I managed to find a way of twisting the antenna cable so that it would pick up the signal without cutting in and out, and it just sat still for antoher hour,
not screaming. With enough twisting of an already damaged connection, the cable just snapped off… sorry Bristol Uni… any way a replacement aerial was driven to us, and we set the receiver up against a fence, and between the hours of 1 and 4am…. nothing happend. No screaming, no movement, no rustling… nothing. It was so damn cold I was shivering under 6 layers of clothes, 2 pairs of trousers, a scarf, a bandana and a hood. I dont believe the fox would just bum around for 4 hours in that cold doing nothing, not after all that screaming!!

So Katie and I kept ourselves occupied by spilling tomato soup all over the alley way when it exploded out the thermos, sparring up and down the alley way and breaking each others wrists and arms, gettting freaked out by the graveyard next to the alley, getting freaked out by the messiest crazy looking cat in the world and repeatedly comtemplating the idea of leaving early due to our suspicions that the fox would not move at all.

So anyways, in conclusion, I’m getting a Kayak, fox tracking is cold but Katie rocks, tomato soup will explode if left unattended for an hour, and random people walking home are always indefinately pleased to bump into young people fox tracking.

March in general

This was the month of the national student rodeo, during which Fredel nearly killed Katie, but to make up for it she got through to the Finals in the Rodeo and came 4th. I did utter shite and spent most of my time falling over, but I did manage to roll on a river, just as I fell down a drop and went upside down again. All in all, I got to break up a fight a bit and Craig and Me had a fun slapping match, the bastard won because he ran away after his last go, I didn’t get the chance to retaliate

Kayaking!!

Thanks to Mike Holman I’ve joined the Bristol University Canoe Club, that teaches kayaking…

Anyway, it’s awesome and I went away on a trip to Devon overnight with them and it was the first time I’d been away on a coach trip away anywhere in years, so it was exciting. I paddled on the River Dart and didn’t capsize once on the first day, then capsized 6 times on the second day and had to swim 4/6 times, which was a little dissapointing but still a fun day! I’d recommend any one in Bristol joins the club, not only for the kayaking but also the excellent social side!

I’ve also been to Longleast safari park and it rocks too. Monkeys ate leaves out of my car bonnet and threw sticks at other cars from mine, and there’s a rabbit there that looks like a lion. The Hedge Maze SUCKS!!