Blog - Beers with Gimmer (2008-02-09)
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Category: Diary. Posted: 2008-02-16 15:17:04 GMT.
I woke up at about half-eight. Before booting up my bedroom PC, I took it down into the kitchen, and fitted a new USB PCI card, so that I could have everything plugged in at once without having to use the faulty USB port, or the flashing USB hub. As I started taking the cover off the PC, I remembered that the batteries in the mouse needed replacing. I wasn't sure that booting up the PC with a new PCI card, and new batteries in the mouse, was a good idea. The mouse wouldn't work with new batteries until Windows had fully booted up, which meant that it would be difficult to deal with any Windows error messages that might appear because of the new card. I decided to risk it, and replaced the card. The PC booted up without a problem. I then tried again to access my Orange e-mail using Outlook. I went through exactly the same process as last night, but still failed. I eventually managed it using exactly the same settings as I tried first thing last night, but more about that in another post.
I left it turned on while I went up to the shop to buy a socket pattress (I think that's the correct word) from Langley Stores, and food for our lunch tomorrow. It was such a gorgeous day outside, so once I'd called Charlie, I called Gimmer to see if he fancied going over to Windsor. "I was just about to call you", he said, "Totty has just called, and invited me over to dinner. I might be able to pop in for a cup of tea though.". As you can probably imagine, I was less than impressed about this, but it is typical of Gimmer. If I'd known Gimmer was going to let me down at the last minute, I would have arranged to meet Charlie at Waterloo.
Langley Stores didn't have what I wanted, but Budgens had plenty of food for tomorrow. I'm not very good at buying stuff for packed lunches, but reckon that I bought enough for two. Back at home, I shutdown my bedroom PC (which hadn't crashed), my living room PC, and the server. With everything off, I took the fuse for the sockets out, and started finishing off the kitchen spur. Annoyingly, I had to remove the socket from the cable, mark where I had to drill, and then put the socket back on the cable, before then turning the electricity back on, so that I could drill the holes. If only I owned a cordless drill. I don't like putting fuses back in live, so turned off the whole electricity before putting it back in. I then realised that I might as well just turn off the whole electricity instead of taking out the fuse. What a fool! Unlike a few weeks ago, I remembered what colour goes where, so didn't have to call Mr. Elley, or Mr. Hyde.
Before turning the server back on, I moved it, and vacuumed behind, and underneath, where it had been. Everything did look at lot tidier, but I do still need to buy a Dyson. I think it's time to nag Nicky. It was then time for lunch, so I watched this week's Click while eating. There was quite an interesting article about how online diaries are going to make the PDA obsolete. I have to disagree on three points:
After Click, I watched an interesting program about a Danish Nazi (I almost didn't watch it because the title was "ourworld - the danish nazi" (with no capital letters). Gimmer rang half-way though, so I paused the TV (I love being able to do that!). He apologised for changing plans at the last minute, and said that he had re-arranged things with the totty, and was up for beer and curry. I then un-paused the TV, and carried on watching the programme.
Apart from watching Click and OurWorld, I spent the whole of the day being busy, but I can't really figure out what I achieved. I hardly spent any time in front of my PC, so didn't end up getting carried away surfing the 'net, or updating my website. Anyway, Gimmer had said that I could choose where we were eating, so I said to meat in Wernham Hoggs, and then we could have a curry in the Punjabi Choice. I got there just before Gimmer - the music was very loud, but there was some totty to perve at. Granted they were about half my age, but they still had nice cleavage and long legs! I ordered a pint of Stella, and a pint of Foster's, and Gimmer walked in. We tried to find a table that wasn't near a speaker, but didn't really manage it. I mentioned to Gimmer that next Friday (when we'd also arranged to go out, but he would probably cancel at the last minute!) was a Skool Disco night in the pub. He didn't look impressed until I explained that it would be totty dressed as skoolgirls, not lots of pokey little kids!
Gimmer wasn't feeling 100%, so didn't want a curry. He was, however, up for a Chinese, so we went to the buffet Chinese (that sounds much better than all-you-can-eat). It had been changed quite a bit since I'd been there last, but it still had a pretty good selection. One major change was that it served Stella on draught instead of Carlsberg. Gimmer went for bottled Chinese lager instead (I didn't whinge about the cost), but I did smile when I saw that it was almost as strong as Stella! As normal, the food was good, and the totty almost as good. Not wanting to drink too much because Charlie was picking me up at 07:30, I only had one pint with dinner, because I reckoned we'd probably visit two more pubs, and I didn't want to have more than four pints.
I'd managed to keep Gimmer out of the Wetherspoon's so far, and was determined to keep it that way. I do like the Moon and Spoon, but we just go there too often. Gimmer suggested the pub near the Wheatsheef, which sounded like a good idea. I thought it was called The Greyhound, but Gimmer reckoned it wasn't. Not because he had a better suggestion, just because I was bound to be wrong! It turned out that I was actually right, so we went to The Greyhound for a quick pint. There was no Stella, and the draught bitter pump was only for show, so I had to choose between Guinness and Kronenbourg. I fancied lager, so went for "KronickBrew". It was a nice small pub, with the added advantage of having a totty barmaid who had just split up with her boyfriend.
After I upset one of the regulars, I suggested it would be a good idea to sit in the corner out of the way. There was a copy of The Sun on the table that we sat down at, and I was amused to read the headline about the Archbishop of Canterbury's comments about Sharia Law. Only the Sun (sorry, I can never remember whether it's "The Sun" or "the Sun") could come up with a headline like that. I wish I was funny enough to have a job as the headline writer in the Sun. Gimmer saw a picture of a horse behind me, and asked whether it was of Shergar. It was, but I have no idea how he knew that - they all look the same to me! I then said that Shergar was second only to Red Rum in terms of being famous, but probably only because he/she was kidnapped. Gimmer mentioned that Red Rum was buried at Aintree. You can imagine the jip that I got when I admitted that I initially thought, "Why was Red Rum buried at Liverpool Football Club's home ground"!
After that, Gimmer said that he'd take me to another pub that I'd never been to before. The chances of there being a pub that I've never been to aren't too low, but Gimmer has lived in Slough all his life (trust me, that's a long time!), so the chances of me suggesting a pub that he's never been to are fairly slim. He said that the only pub he's never been to is the Rose and Crown, because it looks too scary. I told him that it is a CAMRA favourite, and that I'd been to there with Fiona a few years ago. Anyway, leaving the Rose and Crown for another night, we went to The Red Cow. The barmaid took our order, but got confused when I asked her whether they had a quiz machine. Fortunately, the landlady was propping up the bar, and pointed us in the right direction. We wasted a few quid, before sitting down to finish our pints. I remember a song called "Crazy" being played on the jukebox, and having to search t'internet to find out who sang it. We never did agree on an answer.
It was a fair walk back to the bus station (for Gimmer), and to my bike, but I was glad that we'd tried something different. As I was walking along Slough High Street, it was very difficult not to perve at the teenage totty who was sitting on the back of a bench, showing more arse-cleavage than the average builder! Anyway, I unlocked my bike, and cycled home (along the cycle paths, of course). At home, I wanted to send a few e-mails. It wasn't that cold outside (maybe the beer coat helped), but I still fancied a cuppa. I remembered the new rule that I've used this week - if I have a cup of tea after getting home after some beer, then I must have a pint of water while waiting for the tea to brew. I didn't stay up too late, because I had an early start in the morning.
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