Bleedin Blackwall Tunnel!!!!!!
[gricerboy]
Had to take Mrs SB, and SB04 and SB05 up to London on saturday for a 50th Birthday Party for one of Mrs SB's cousins. Her cousin lives in SE6, and as quite a large number of us were descending for the Party, accommodation was of a premium.
Anyway, SB04 has now turned 18 and has been mad keen to get himself a tattoo for ages now. Although I was reluctant to go, as this party would involve serious mingling with some of the less savoury members of Mrs SB's extended family, I decided to make it as painless as possible by also getting another outstanding visit incorporated.
One of my nieces runs a tattoo parlour in Chingford, and so she was happy to do her cousin SB04's tattoo for free.
So SB04 and I duly headed to my sister's place in Highgate for a Bar-B-Q, before then proceeding to Chingford for the tattooing. Meanwhile Mrs SB and SB05 travelled up with SB01 and his fiancee and sprog, straight to the party.
Everything was going swimmingly at this point, however a few of the wheels started to fall off when we attempted to head from Chingford to SE6!!! Instead of simply poodling round the M25, I instructed the TomTom to get us there, and it duly plotted a course directly south which all looked pretty cushty! How wrong was I?
All seemed well at first as we passed such exotic venues as Walthamstow Dog Track and the Olympic Velodrome and Stadium complex. However, by the time we were being sucked into the vehicle-ridden vortex that surrounds the Bloody Blackwall Tunnel, it was all starting to go Pete Tong!! It took ages to disgorge ourselves from the melee, although we did end up passing through salubrious places like Whitechapel, Bermondsey, and Lewisham, not to mention Tower Bridge!! So it was not a complete disaster.
Anyway, when we finally did get to the Party I decided to stay sober and drive back to where we were staying in Kent, rather than spend an arm and a leg on a taxi for us all!!
That was quite a sensible move as it transpired as the affair was liberally sprinkled with "family flashpoints and contention" for want of a better description. And I caught most of it too, which was gratifying! I am now off to Facebook to see just how many of these have been loaded up!
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[gricerboy]
Had to take Mrs SB, and SB04 and SB05 up to London on saturday for a 50th Birthday Party for one of Mrs SB's cousins. Her cousin lives in SE6, and as quite a large number of us were descending for the Party, accommodation was of a premium.
Anyway, SB04 has now turned 18 and has been mad keen to get himself a tattoo for ages now. Although I was reluctant to go, as this party would involve serious mingling with some of the less savoury members of Mrs SB's extended family, I decided to make it as painless as possible by also getting another outstanding visit incorporated.
One of my nieces runs a tattoo parlour in Chingford, and so she was happy to do her cousin SB04's tattoo for free.
So SB04 and I duly headed to my sister's place in Highgate for a Bar-B-Q, before then proceeding to Chingford for the tattooing. Meanwhile Mrs SB and SB05 travelled up with SB01 and his fiancee and sprog, straight to the party.
Everything was going swimmingly at this point, however a few of the wheels started to fall off when we attempted to head from Chingford to SE6!!! Instead of simply poodling round the M25, I instructed the TomTom to get us there, and it duly plotted a course directly south which all looked pretty cushty! How wrong was I?
All seemed well at first as we passed such exotic venues as Walthamstow Dog Track and the Olympic Velodrome and Stadium complex. However, by the time we were being sucked into the vehicle-ridden vortex that surrounds the Bloody Blackwall Tunnel, it was all starting to go Pete Tong!! It took ages to disgorge ourselves from the melee, although we did end up passing through salubrious places like Whitechapel, Bermondsey, and Lewisham, not to mention Tower Bridge!! So it was not a complete disaster.
Anyway, when we finally did get to the Party I decided to stay sober and drive back to where we were staying in Kent, rather than spend an arm and a leg on a taxi for us all!!
That was quite a sensible move as it transpired as the affair was liberally sprinkled with "family flashpoints and contention" for want of a better description. And I caught most of it too, which was gratifying! I am now off to Facebook to see just how many of these have been loaded up!
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