Yesterday was the annual work day out and we went on the Eurostar to Bruges in Belgium.
Got up at 4.30am. Left the house at 6. Took the bus to Westminster and then walked over the bridge to Waterloo. Got some good pictures of the London Eye and Big Ben while I was walking. I like London better at the crack of dawn when it is quieter.
Arrived at Waterloo just after 7am. Me and Dorrell were the first there. Kenny arrived not long after. Jude was almost last and I didn't think she was going to make it but in the end we all got there and got on the train.
Because the tickets were just given out by Marion in the order in which you turned up I ended up sitting next to Dorrel. Jude and Simon Braidley were sat behind us.
I began to feel a little queasy as the journey progressed and made a mad dash for the loo. I was really, really sick. Only just made it in time. Then found out the flush on the crappy Eurostar loo didn't work. Too late and I suppose it was at least better than me throwing up all over the train.
Felt horribly nauseous for the rest of the journey to Brussells and then we had another hour journey on a local train to take us on to Bruges. Felt very ill on that too but I was not physically sick again.
We then had a short bus ride from the station to the city centre. I actually felt better once I got on the bus.
We went to a Resturant called (I think) Pannier D'or in the main market square. The starter was a piece of smoked salmon. I could eat that. Then a tiny bowl of tomato soup which they assured me had no milk in so I could eat that ok. Then the main course was a horror. All the non vegetarians got some barely cooked horror of a roast beef thing with croquette potatoes and the worlds nastiest ever horror mush of reheated, unidentifiable vegetables. The vegetarians got just the potatoes and the veg horror mush. I could not eat the potatoes as they were coated in breadcrumbs (Rich ate mine) so I was left with a plate of something that I could easily have thrown up several hours earlier. I picked a few mushroom looking things out of it and was left hungry. The dessert was an apple pie that I could not eat either.

Anyone reading this please do me a favour. Do not go to this restaurant. They had seemingly edible food that they were serving to their regular diners. They seemed to think that as a group booking we could be palmed off with hardly edible stuff that could honestly have been recooked leftovers. It was nasty. Also the service was really slow and we wasted too much of the day waiting inbetween courses in there.
After that we took a short walking tour of the city and pootled about for a bit. Then took a canal trip which was really good - although the boat was moving quite fast so it made taking photos quite tricky.
After that we headed back to the train station and commenced the journey home. It was early evening by this time. Everyone else was pretty much rat arsed by the time the journey started and we continued in this vein. Tins of cherry beer seemed to be quite popular and Alibhe (who I was sitting with on the way back) had a couple of cans of Kronenberg.
Christine was trying to look at Phil's red underpants and Steve was trying to gross everyone (most especially Phil) out by talking about when he has his wing dang doodle pierced and showing round photos of said procedure on his mobile phone.
Got into Waterloo just before 10pm. Took the tube to Westminster. There was a mouse on the platform that was freaking a few people out. Waited a while at Westminster for a bus. Bus was delayed in Brixton because two complete fucktards would not pay the bus fare and would not get their ugly moronic asses off the bus. The bus driver would not move until they did.
Got home about 11.15 pm. Uploaded my photos to my PC. Had a bath. Got to bed about half past midnight.
Got up at 6.15 this morning. Left later than normal to collect a parcel from the post office but the depot is closed today due to industrial action. Will have to collect it tommorow. Just want to go back to sleep right now.