May brought about the big announcement of leaving behind sunny Shropshire in exchange for sunny London. No idea where people get the idea it rains in the UK, it’s always sunny to me….(he says reaching for more pills to take the pain away)

I did remark that by day, you can do your normal work, and by night, you could take a course at one of the many institutions available who specialise in various areas not found elsewhere, or get caught up doing something you would never think about doing in a million years. (Note, previous statement doesn’t include running from the fuzz for drug trafficking.) Or if you are me, actually get time to do the OohSometimes podcast which has it turned out was a complete lie but hey, can’t blame a guy for lying through his dried-up teeth.

There are people down and back up north who have already said they would help if asked, and indeed I had immense help in getting sorted out. Mind you the people I was to encounter did leave me wondering if it all would be a hoot considring the sheer vast number of b******ds who lurk behind every homeless guy selling the Big Issue.

I even wrote “Of course, it may go horribly wrong.” I had this image in my head about what the place was like from what people had been telling me who had worked here all the time and I was fully prepared to run away at the first sign of danger.

but before that, there was the bank holiday spent with the lady friend. The main reason was to attend a reasonably upper class affair in an art gallery on the Sunday, where Natalie was attempting to swindle people out of their hard earned cash by using an elaborate pulley system and some beans, or we could even stretch it to a plot from Hustle from the BBC, where she flickers her eyes at some old man with expensive clothes, and Danny would seal the deal by promising Canary Wharf for $125,000. Why dollars and not pounds, I just don’t know.

Either that, or she was there to sell her paintings. Still even have the video from that day, which was both aware inspiring and instilled fear in our enemies;

Video from said far,far,far party

The best part was with Maria and boyfriend friend, whose name escaped me at the time, but I’m sure that someone will email in saying it’s Dave. Well it was in fact Martin as I would find out later.

We were wandering through Soho after wanting an early exit, when the impossible happened. At long last, we found the naughty shops that is world famous next to the playboy mansion for filth.

Yes the places of ill-repute, selling various things designed to arouse and confuse you at the same time, such as inflatable dolls and cut-price DVDs which frankly doesn’t leave you wondering that much why they are so cheap.

And then this happened…..

Indeed as the name on the store suggests, it was a spank-o-rama. After that X-rated picture was confiscated by the police for them to “review” down the station, we enjoyed some uber nice Chinese food, and proceeded to drink far too much Pimms and Coke in a local pub, where it was discussed what music would you want to have a poo to. Flight of the Valkyries was an obvious choice.

Ah it was a weekend to remember, and thanks to the wonder of digital blogging, it can be enjoyed again and again. Perhaps now to the point where we sing bad karaoke remembering the good old days.

I suppose for the rest of the time it was devoted to finishing off the degree, and paying Assassin’s Creed, which had only just come out for PC at the time and I made sure it featured as a review and also on the podcast, which to this day was apparently one of the best received reviews I’ve ever done. How about that for a slice of cold pizza?

And I guess because of so little that went on, that ends May 2008. More again tomorrow for the month of June, where we remember how scary people are. Or is that just in real life every day?