On Monday 6th August Emma and I went over to Ashton to play the quiz with her Mum and Ed. We put in what we thought was a respectable performance and got 42 questions correct out of 60. We were thinking we were in with a shout on this score. However, it seems we were playing against a team that had about twenty people in it who managed a frighteningly good score of 57.5. So we won’t be going back there again.
I can’t be certain but I think Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday were just nights in the house doing nothing in particular……well, except for Tuesday but I won’t be elaborating on that one!
On Friday I went out with Fletch and Chris to some bars in Manchester city centre. We started in Revolution…the one under the arches on Deansgate and just went to a few more bars around there. There wasn’t anything particularly fantastic that happened apart from the appearance of this girl with the most enormous hooters I’ve ever seen. Chris and Fletch, who are usually afficionados of massive jubblys, even expressed their disgust. If ever there was a time for being in posession of my camera then this was definitely it. If we ever go out in that area again then I’m deffo taking my camera and we’ll have a picture of Chris, Fletch and bum-chest girl adorning the pages of this website.
On Saturday morning Emma and I awoke bleary eyed and set off down to Tamworth to do a spot of boarding at the Tamworth snowdome [ a google search on Tamworth and Snowdome will turn up the info on this place ]. It was pretty good fun. It was with a certain amount of trepidation that I jumped on the escalator up to the top. I hadn’t been boarding for about 18 months so I wasn’t sure if I was still up to it. After a bit of a wobbly start I managed to get down in one piece. In the two hours I was there I only fell over once coming down the slope, and once at the bottom where I tried to do a flashy stop and my board dug into the snow causing my head to catapult into the floor.. The headache stuck around for an hour or so.
Emma wasn’t quite so fortunate on the pain front. She’d never boarded before and so was having lessons. She complained bitterly all the afternoon, that evening and the next day about a sore bum. No bruises appeared, much to her disappointment.
On Saturday evening the two of us caught a taxi into Lichfield with the intention of getting something to eat. We weren’t too sure where we were going to eat as the hotel receptionist had no suggestions. Emma vaguely remembered reading about a nice restaurant in Lichfield but couldn’t remember the name of the place. So we wandered aimlessly until we came across a restaurant called “Chandlers” at which point Emma recalled this was the place that she’d seen advertised on the web. So we went in, grabbed a table and proceeded to drink fine wines and eat perfectly delightful food. I started with wood mushroom and caramelised onion tart, with pan fried chicken and chorizo for the main course. Emma plumped for an Eggs Benedict starter, with Polenta and something roll to follow. The food was fantastic. I was, as Fletch would say, as happy as a puff with two bums.
So after dinner we got a taxi back to the hotel and crashed out. The next morning we began the day with a full breakfast, which was really good apart from the sausages. Amazingly we were the first two people in the restaurant that day. Normally Emma and I are the last people in the restaurant for breakfast. In fact when we stayed in the Black Forest the hotel owner had to come and get us up as she was about to close the breakfast thingy!
After breakfast we wandered into the hotel health club, swam for a little, jacuzzi’d for a while and hopped into the steam room for a bit of a relax. Then it was a leisurely drive back up North and over to Emma’s mothers for a meal to celebrate Emma’s Mum’s birthday.
Sunday evening was spent cabbaging in front of the TV.