Having originally intended to spend my weekend in Hove, with the one objective of watching Brighton v Crewe at the Withdean Stadium, my plans changed on Friday as I was invited up to Tonbridge in Kent – for Saturday / Sunday Morning – by my former flatmate Alex. The young chap owns a two bed flat in this quaint English town with his Fiancee. We had a great time yesterday, playing on his PlayStationII, watching what cricket there was & also watching the football scores come in in the afternoon. In the evening, after more PlayStationII & a brief watch of ‘Shakespeare in Love’ we sat & watched MoTD.. ah, it’s so good to have football back in my weekends.
Anyways, Alex also lives right beside Tonbridge swimming pool, so we headed in for a few lengths of the indoor / outdoor pool there. Which was lovely.. swimming in the sun one minute & the rain the next!! Quality!!
Anyways, the most exciting part of my weekend was caused by Young Sebastian, the German flatmate… let me set the scene… Friday evening Andy & I are sitting in wondering where Seb is!! But being a big boy now, we decided not to panic. At about 2315 I received a phonecall from the man, saying he was in Gatwick Airport to pick up his lady friend (she was flying in from Barcelona) – a surprise as he hadn’t told her of his cunning plan!! However, as her flight had been delayed by an hour – to land at 0115 – Seb was concerned that they might miss the last train into Brighton… and if that was the case could I drive up to the Airport (about 30 minutes drive) to collect them. Fair ask in my book… so I agreed.
At 0130 I decided to head to bed, as I thought they would have called by that point if they were going to miss the train… however at 0215 or so, I got a phonecall… Seb had missed the train… but curiously his lady friend had made the train.
So I jumped the car to collect our stranded flatmate… and at about 0250 I collected the boy wonder from Gatwick… and so the truth outed… Seb had headed out after work… got drunk & decided to head to the airport… however, when her flight got delayed in between a combination of boredom, drunkeness & tiredness caught up with the boy & he fell asleep in Gatwick Airport!! So of course Natalia (his lady) got off the plane, thinking he was in Brighton & caught the train.
Needless to say, Natalia was waiting on the doorstep when we got back to Hove… I then got back into bed. I’ll sort out his Taxi Bill on Monday.