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One of the guys at work gave some of my pictures the lolcats treatment

I’ve relaunched somewhere random as a place to show all my photographs. notes from… is now a photography blog, images from… a gallery of my photos and somewhererandom.com a portal to the two. I’ll be adding photographs at quite a pace for the first few weeks as I’ve got a fair few old ones to upload, after that I’d just add it to your RSS reader as updates will really depend on how often I get my camera out and take good photographs (could be a while as the camera done quench at the moment).

As promised pictures from my recent holiday can be found in the cromer zoo section and in this blog post.

Enjoy

Apparently the is a picture of me:

With friends like these who needs enemies

OK, so I’ve now done a night in a hostel. As a place to crash for very little cash there is nothing wrong with it, it was clean, dry, nearly comfortable and warmish (someone left the window open so it was a little cooler than I would have liked). As somewhere to actually get anything vaguely like a good nights sleep it’s crap. For starters you’ve got people like me coming and going at all hours of the night (in my defense I took my shoes off outside the room, didn’t turn the light on and just got straight into bed so hopefully I didn’t wake the two others in the room up), the beds creak every time you move and every time someone went to the toilet I was woken up. It also didn’t help that I somehow turned on my early morning alarm for leaving the house (06:38 and not a subtle alarm sound) so that woke me up as well. Oh, and I missed breakfast Still, it was WAY nicer than the crappy hotel I had last time I went out.

I picked the bottom bunk as it would be easter to get into at 4:30am without waking people up, although it was a little short for me

God knows how people cope with staying there for a holiday, but I’d be willing to stay there again if there was a club night I wanted to go to.

OK, so you’ll recall this Easter was supposed to be one of drunken debauchery, however, things have not gone as planned. Thursday ended early, Friday was canceled and last night saw poor Patch having to order a round that included 3 teas for the non drinkers in the group. Rock on!

Easter? Yup, spring has sprung, the grass has riz, but you can’t see it under an inch or so of snow which is sort of the icing on the cake for my favorite holiday. My daf’s also came out overnight. Of course, the true meaning of Easter is the chocolate so, along with a 400g bar of Fruit and Nut, I have bought myself a hayuge Easter egg. Tonight is Club Noir which should cap off a nice lazy day (didn’t get out of bed until gone 12 ). Hope you all have a good one.

The hotel room I had on Friday for the nights clubbing was… well… pants. £25 per person per night in central London tells you all you need to know really To top things off I had to wait for 15 minutes to be let in (the guy manning the desk was upstairs sorting out a problem with one of the rooms), 10 minutes to check in (it wasn’t him to let me in so I had to wait for him to come down) and they didn’t have the room I ordered. Instead I got a 5 bed room which, given everyone else had dropped out, was just a bit silly with a bathroom that was shared with another room (turns out the ‘private’ bathrooms are ‘private’ to a couple of rooms rather than being open to the floor which is nice). The shower was so bad that I couldn’t use it, the toilet seat was broken and the rooms were heated to about 60 degrees C.  OK, so I had a TV to watch (a teeny tiny thing with an aerial and a signal that would drop in and out depending where the people upstairs stood) and it allowed me to kill the time between arriving and leaving for the club.

I was also treated to a further 15 minutes stood outside when I got back after the club. The guy on the desk was clearly sleeping because, after much ringing of the bell and banging on the door) I managed to get hold of the phone number and rang the hotel. He suddenly came out of the day room looking like someone who’s just woken up. Since he didn’t know I was only supposed to be a party of 3 (you pay in advance so they don’t care once that’s sorted) and that no one else had checked in with me I claimed that everyone else had got bored waiting for him to answer the door and gone home. I packed my bag, demanded to check out there and then and stormed out in true ‘disgruntled customer’ fashion. Not that they care.

Anyway, hostel on Sunday (so we’ll be able to compare that to cheap hotel ) and then I’ll just be going to clubs that are open until stupid o’clock in the morning so I can just catch a train home.

For your delight and delectation I have provided photos of the room, photos of the clothes I was going to wear (including my new glow in the dark ‘meh’ tshirt), and photos of my clubbing toys obeying the laws of straight (I was bored, OK. I had three hours to kill and gardeners world in fuzzovision just doesn’t cut it). Enjoy 

The following photos are provided just to annoy those of you who don’t get seats while traveling. Specifically bathgirl’s alter ego

That will be all. Move along now, nothing to see here.