Case closed

The weekend is over, and a new week awaits. Had a lecture in Shipping Finance today, it was quite good. The weekend was nice, we went to visit Robert in Docklands on Saturday evening. After a home-cooked, delicious pizza complemented by some Stella Artois, we decided to hit the streets and go to No. 5, the hip nightclub at Cavendish Square.



Nice main bar

Leif, Beate and myself drove in one cab, while Robert and Harald drove in another. Halfway there, Anders called (No, I'm no schizophrenic, Anders is a Danish guy who lives at Francis Rowley..) to let us know that the queue outside was alarming. We decided to go to Zeta bar (Hilton Park Lane) to see whether we could avoid 45 minutes in the crispy, cold London air. When we finally arrived with our taxi, Harald called. No. 5 wasn't packed at all, so we should regroup and leave Park Lane. Finally we decided to do so, to Beate's big frustration... So in a taxi again, and off we went.
We arrived at Cavendish Square and went to the nearest ATM. Since No. 5 is a place where a lot of Greeks go (Actually, it is owned by a sheik or something who lives on the top floor(s?). Leif decided to go for the popular phrase "Ela Malaka", which means something like "Hello, w**nker"... The Greek (...) in front of us in the ATM queue turned around, only to stare into three pairs of blue, Nordic eyes. He said to his girlfriend next by: "See, THEY learn themselves Greek!" Nice guy. When we were on our way to the club, Anders came out and said it was packed, way too crowded. Well, what else to do than to return to Francis Rowley... So we waited for an hour to get the bus, as all the taxis were busy... ack at Francis Rowley we got rid of some alcohol before I went to bed at 5.30... Credit to Robert and Anders who were the last men standing!



Here's Harald, drinking white wine like a redneck... :D

We had a coursework that was due today, and I had the pleasant job to join the different parts of it together in the end and make a complete paper of it. On Sunday I woke up around 12, and my plan for the day was to see Man Utd crush Liverpool and complete the coursework. They won 1-0, which is just enough for me... In the afternoon I did my laundry and the dishes, before I started with the coursework around 23.30. Kinda late I must admit, and I was struck by the bloody Pareto principle again. To put a long story short, I went to bed around 5, and got up at 8 to reach the lecture.
Last night I chatted with Toralf, he had finally gotten internet in his apartment in Washington. After I while I remembed that I could call him if he had land-line, as I have one of those 0800 terrorist-sponsored phone cards which price a phone call to 3.2 p from London to the US. Nice! He gave me his number, and I rang. But who answered? "Hello, this is Ellen Vollebæk speaking?" "Oh, sorry! I was trying to reach Toralf." was my response, not quite prepared for the Ambassador wife to answer the phone... Toralf had given me the wrong number by mistake... Well, she seemed like a nice person! (For those who want to know...)
While reading this I checked the website of No 5, and found out they have a Cigar Bar as well! Here, I can sit down with a nice Montecristo or a Hoyo de Monterrey and drink a glass (25 ml) of whisky from 1937, to the cheap price £1,100... Oh, what the heck! I'll take the bottle. After all, what is £31,000!
This evening I have relaxed a bit, seen a movie (A night at the Roxbury's) and tried to be blind IT-support... Not an easy job. As I've written earlier, City University wouldn't allow me to use an IP telephone to phone home (You hear me, E.T.?) for free. Therefore, I sent it back home. Or more precise, Joakim and Karl Kristian brought it with them back to Norway. Thanks! Anyway, there seems to be a problem connecting it back home. I tried to solve it by phone, but it is really not that easy. Hopefully we'll sort it out!
Right now I'm happy I'm using a laptop. I'm sitting in the dark, as the lights just went out. Well, I'm going to sleep anyway! No worries! I saw Joakim had updated his blog about their visit here. Good thing, Joakim! We had a really good time, and I found this picture of Karl "Firm Handshake" Kristian:



Charisma. Pure, simple charisma...