So it's been a fairly interesting couple of days. On Thursday I hardly slept because my housemate had a rather noisy threesome downstairs with two guys. Despite this I was in an unrealistically good mood on Friday (probably because it was Friday) and never has it felt so good to be the weekend. Saturday I went on an adventure to Birmingham for a hospital consultation which was hilariously difficult and amusing.

Firstly the foreign taxi I ordered from Bromsgrove station turned up after my appointment had started as the taxi driver had thought I said Redditch station. (Even though when I booked he had said "Bromgrove Station? 12:40? Yes, I will see you there!") Twat. He was also VERY weird. He looked like Cat from Red Dwarf right down to the pointy incisors and the big eery grin. God, that grin scared me. He didn't have a clue where the hospital was either. Some Taxi driver. He was driving down windy, empty, country roads. Alone in the car with Cat from Red Dwarf driving along desolate country roads. Great fun. Eventually we got there and he offered "If you like, I will take you back to the station when you need?" Big grin. Er no thanks, Mate..

So instead I got a taxi home with the most obese and gay sounding bloke in the world who instantly informed me there were no trains from Bromsgrove but he would drive me to Birmingham New Street for 20 quid. Probably he was ripping me off and there were trains, but I couldn't afford to find out. So an enjoyable 30 minutes with the fat, gay man. To break the uneasy silence I asked him some questions. One of which was "Is Birmingham in Worcestershire?" to which he replied "No, it's in the county Midlands."
The well known county Midlandshire.

I also spotted an amusing sign that said "For Cadbury World, follow Bournville."
No one else will find this amusing. And also, a pub called "The Emerald" which had an entirely purple sign, and I had to wonder what moron had come up with that. This too, nobody will find amusing.

I went out last night to see Mason at Plug (but it was just Zeros) I didn't know Mason but a French girl who loved him and had gone on her own to the club just to see him introduced me to the ways of him. I was a little (but not too) off my face and danced non-stop for about 2 hours with her, then I came home and slept.

Good times.