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So, after 6 months of hassling her to do so Cat has finally come up to stay in Colchester (Woo, and quite possibly Yay!). She arrived about 5ish after having a 3 hour drive due to traffic (or, much more likely, arrived at 3 after a 1 hour drive and then spent 2 hours trying to find the place ) whereupon we talked, I cooked my pasta’n’sauce’n'bacon’n’stuff creation (apparently very nice) before I dragged Cat the 1 mile (despite protestations from her that is was further) to go to the pub, meet my friends and see the near mythical cute bar tender  (CBT as she will hence forth be known) Personally I would have said the pub section of the night was pretty normal (we may find that Cat states otherwise ) although there were some notable changes.

First and foremost was the arrival of Fanta (orange and lemon) behind the bar. Bottles for the time being, but on tap soon hopefully. I was very excited about this as it meant I didn’t have to drink more lemonade (I’m known as Lemonade boy *sob*) and Fanta is both less gassy and gives me a choice of flavours. Turns out they didn’t buy enough of the stuff though as I drank every bottle they had behind the bar. I think there are a few more bottles in the store room for tomorrow but I’m going to have to have a word with hte landlord and sort out a proper supply, plus warn him about nights where I’m not there (for example next Friday) so he doesn’t over stock.

Second was the fact that Colchester now has an alternative club (I won’t go so far as to call it a rock night, although the music was most certainly bearable) so poor old Cat got dragged out to one of the crappest clubs I’ve ever been too (yes, even worse than the Met Lounge in Peterborough) to watch a bunch of kids doing that school disco type dance thing where no one really wants to move that much and everyone bunches up into groups. Since we (as a collective group) know one of the DJ’s I think a word in their shell like will be had an perhaps a little half hour niche carved out for us so we can show the kids how it’s really done.

So Cat is now alseep in the spare room. I’m about to fall asleep in my room and then tomorrow (depending on when it starts) we may do the zoo, then grab some food, pub, drool over CBT, possibly get Cat drunk again and maybe have another philosophical debate about the rightness, or otherwise, of the humble kebab like we did tonight (apparently she is some kind of heathen who doesn’t ‘do’ kebabs). I may also try to explain the who rhyme and reason behind computer games (Guitar Hero really didn’t do it for her) and possibly even show her my wheel and pedals for racing games. What a thrillingly exciting life I lead.

Right. Bed time as I’m falling asleep here.

Toodles

P.S. Photos to follow sometime this weekend