Tripping around.

Hello. G here. Can I say that's it nice to be back blogging after a break? Can I? Hang on ......yep, I've just confirmed it. Wasn't very difficult at all. I'd like to second C.'s comments re: broadband cost and speed. Tres good.
As mentioned in a previous post, I went to London for a work Christmas party. Fairly standard: lots of people getting extremely drunk at the company's expense. No one else wanted to leave at the tame hour of half past midnight but I managed to find my way back to the hotel by myself despite having only the vaguest of notion of where I was. The hard core partiers woke me with drunken shouting outside my room at about 5:30 later that morning. I assume not lot of work was done anywhere in the company the next day. The highlight of the night was the upstairs bar at the party venue where most things were made from ice, including the furniture and the "glasses". Only one of the wait staff was Australian though, contrary to what I had been led to expect and she was originally a Kiwi anyway.
Moving in to our new house the next day was the easiest move that we've ever done, although C may disagree as she copped the worst of it lugging suitcases etc on the two bus trips from Portobello.
Friday of last week we went to see Jarvis Cocker in concert. I am very chuffed to have crossed this one of my UK trip to do list so early, and although it wasn't as good as I hoped it would be, it was about as good as I expected. The support acts were very ordinary as well and in fact the highlight of the night was "The Drunk Girl".
I have never before seen anyone that drunk and still moving. We first saw her while queuing up outside before the concert (for about an hour, mind you, and it was bloody cold). Just to set the scene, she was about 30ish, blonde, wearing a flimsy black dress totally unsuited to the elements, high heels and with a friend in a similar condition. She first staggered past us down the street and then a bit later back the other way. She wasn't walking so much as swaying for a few seconds until overbalancing in a random direction, falling sideways for a few steps until hitting a wall, her friend or (thankfully) the guard rails next to the road. It was something like a combination of B western movie death scene and a footballer on Dancing with the Stars.
Her friend wasn't quite so obviously squiffy.
We watched them stagger into a bar not far down the road, only to be (presumably) evicted a short time later. Our drunker friend then decided to call it a belated night and began attempting to flag down some transport home. Flag down buses. At night. On a very busy road. By walking out in front of them. Again and again.
Thankfully her friend kept pulling her back to the footpath, but it was breathtaking to watch bus after bus screech to halt and hitting the horn. They then started trying to flag down cabs, firstly trying to get into two different full ones that had stopped at the lights and then two different empty ones where the drivers decided the fares weren't worth the risk of having to clean up the cab. The last we saw of them, before we went in to the theatre, the less drunk girl had fallen down into the gutter and stopped moving.
We both agreed that both of them, but the staggerer in particular, would be a bit ordinary in the next morning. Assuming they made it through the night.
Anyway, I'm all typed out now and and it's bed time. Much more to tell soon.
Bye for now.
P.S. Don't forget to read C's post as well just before this one.