Network Railcard

My girlfriend brought home a leaflet for a Network Railcard yesterday. It looks very useful. You buy this card for £20 and get all your off peak rail travel within the First Great Western Network at 1/3 off, for yourself and up to 3 travel companions.

"Do you think it's worth us getting one?" she asked as I bashed my head repeatedly on the table. Having spent most of last week on trains travelling to various touristy destinations I calculate this card would have saved us £68, or £48 if you take off the cost of the railcard in the last week alone. Fuck. Considering how broke I am at the moment this is a big deal!

It's well worth getting one. If 4 people are travelling from Reading to London for a night out you'd have to pay £17.50 for 4 travel cards. If you get 1/3 off you'd save £23, and the card would already have paid for itself. Sure, you have to fill in a form etc which isn't lazy, but a little work for a lot more beer is worth it isn't it?

We're Back

Yes, that's right. We are back. I know we, especially me, were missed terribly.

We also did a horrible job of blogging, so I guess that makes me a liar. Go on, call me a liar. I don't care. I've got plenty of other things to cry myself to sleep over other than your hurtful words, you mother fucker.

Anyway, we've got lots of stuff from the trip to blog about. We did some seriously lazy (and cheap despite the fact that almost everyone involved is now broke) sight seeing. Will we blog about? Who knows? We're fucking lazy.

Wireless Laziness

My girlfriend is bringing her work laptop home from work today for the weekend. Why is she lugging it all the way home with her?

So that tomorrow morning I can check that Danny's flight is on time, using the wireless broadband from the comfort of my own bed. Excellent

I'm off again!

Off to Engerland.

What a world traveller I am. A jet setting playboy of the highest order.

Since I'm hanging out with nerds and my cohort of laziness, I imagine I'll blog at least once. I said the same thing when I went to Malaysia and look how well that worked out. No seriously, go look. I'm not going to tell you.

Preparations

Next week my fellow lazyblogger, Danny, is flying over from the Good Ol' USofA for a week. Excited Reader: "That sounds great! What are you going to do?"

Er. A very good question. Between us two of us we have the organisational motivation of a sloth recently tasked with shipping himself to the Abbatoir de Sloth, Paris where, upon arrival, he will be skinned alive and prepared to be made into a series of unpronouncable French delicacies.

I have already done a huge amount of things to prepare though. I thought before I started writing this blog that I'd done hardly anything, but in fact I've done loads, or at least I've facilitated loads.

I have told other people who know Danny and are stupid enough to want to see him whilst he is in the country that he is coming over. Well, some of them anyway I probably forgot a lot of them. Some of them are even coming to visit.

I've booked tickets to a football match... well, I say I booked them. Technically I faffed around like a bufoon trying to sort something out until a crack team of my friends kindly dived in to save the situation. (this is meant to be a football analogy, not a comment related to any recent drownings).



I've also arranged a party for the Saturday night he arrives. It's my girlfriend's birthday around that time, and we haven't had a housewarming party so we figured that was enough excuses to have one. Well, I told some people it was happening but have only just put some details on the interweb so that people actually knew when and where they were coming. Facebook Events FTW! I also ordered a lot of booze on the internet, using the excellent Majestic home delivery service that I think I've recommended here before, which arrived last night. I also started drinking it last night but hopefully there'll be some left by Saturday.

I got the guy who organises our weekly Sunday afternoon 6 a-side football to upgrade our booking to the double size pitch so Danny can join in.

I've arranged an evening in the pub with some other internet nerds in London.

I've even thought of two whole cities other than London that we could visit whilst he's here.

I'm exhausted! To be fair to Danny, he's been busy too. He's packed a shirt and a pair of jeans already.