Adrenalin drinking

We discovered this phenomenon last Wednesday after a long, tiring, frustrating and ultimately successful day testing one of our race cars.

Luckily, the workshop and mechanics live nearby to the circuit, unluckily myself and one of my drivers live some three hours drive away, so we stayed in a very good yet cheap hotel near to the track, so that we could not only have a beer after a long day, but also wouldn’t be faced with a long drive home at the end of the day.

We walked into the hotel at 6pm, checked in at the bar (surely a bad sign? ), and then had a pint. Never has a beer tasted so good. We had endured a very slow morning with the car on jacks trying to find a kink in the fuel line so that we could get the car running and then a fault free afternoon where the ran ran for three hours without skipping a beat.

Naturally the first beer didn’t touch the sides, neither did the second and it could be argued that the third didn’t really do the job either.

The bar closed at midnight and we were the last to leave, staggering up the stairs to the room before passing out in an alcohol fuelled haze. Much hilarity ensued as we saw the lighting on the stairs and naturally assumed we were being beamed into a space craft -

After breakfast and much coffee the next morning, we settled the bill to find that we had spent more on alcohol than we had on the room*, and thus the phrase “Adrenalin drinking” was born.

*In our defence, we had bought the three mechanics a couple of beers too, but it appears that we ourselves were exceptionally thirsty.

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Things to remember early in the morning…

Namely -

1. Your laptop power cable
2. Your mouse
3. Your pile of receipts for various expenses
4. A tie

All of these are especially important if you are going to be in your office in Bournemouth all day and have a very important meeting needing three out of those four items and then your book keeper coming in to pick up your receipts for your latest set of end of year accounts.

Oh well, it looks like I’ll be stopping at a Maplins for the laptop stuff, my book keeper will moan at me (again) and my meeting with be slightly more casual than I’d have liked.

I knew not going to bed until 1am was a mistake last night, but in my defence I only got in from work at 10.30pm and then two large rum and cokes kept me awake for quite some time, so naturally at 6am this morning I wasn’t functioning at my best.

Teenage kicks

Well, I very nearly donated the dog to the Blue Cross animal shelter on Friday night.

Obviously I was out all day on Friday, so I arranged for my dog walker to come in and take the dog out for a couple of hours, which she did around midday. I then got back later afternoon and immediately took the dog out again for an hour or so. After a couple of good long walks she is usually tired and needs a good sleep.

I decided I’d have a takeaway pizza for my tea, seeing as I’d had a busy day and I couldn’t be bothered to cook. So I popped out to order a pizza and have a sneaky pint whilst it was being cooked. I was only out of the house for half an hour or so.

This is what I came back to -

Something must have scared her, because she had dug through the plasterboard down to the bricks! Judging from the scratch marks, she was really going for it. I was so angry, she knew she was in big trouble and all the puppy dog eyes in the world couldn’t help her out.

Normally she loves eating my pizza crusts, so as punishment she got to sit there and watch me eat them all myself. I felt bad, but hopefully not as bad as she felt.

The hole is now half plastered, I am having to do it bit by bit to make sure it doesn’t fall out or crack in the future.