How do you kill time anyway?

Black and white?

Down by the river?

Ice cream?

All sounds good to me.

So that was the plan we, er, planned and executed in our own incompetent way.

I’m reminded of a quote by Jeremy Clarkson, host of Top Gear…”Ambitious, but rubbish”.

Pretty much sums up anything mate and I get up to. If we ever succeed at anything, it’s not because we’re actually any good, more luck I would say. Most times we’ll succeed at something, whilst trying to achieve something entirely different…but we’ll take success wherever we can.

However, I think this plan was somewhat successful, afterall it wasn’t too complicated was it? Just three little steps that’s all, any more than that then we would’ve probably come unstuck.

Tuesday morning, we arranged to meet up (actually we arranged it on Monday, but whatever), usual time and place and what not.

So I get on the good old reliable pushbike (umm, must get that buckled back wheel sorted) and cycle into town, leave it secure at the work place and walk through town to our meeting place. Then a strange noise emanates from my trouser pocket, “what’s this, oh yeah someone’s sent me a text”. It was mate (blimey, he does know how to use a mobile!) telling me his bus was late.

“Brilliant, I’ll just kill some time then.” How do you kill time anyway? with a stopwatch maybe? nah that only pauses time…umm (this is what happens when I’m left alone with my thoughts for too long)

Eventually mate shows up, and eventually we hatch our dastardly plan, after visiting our usual eating establishment (gotta be fuelled up first).

And so it was to be a black and white session, down by the river, mainly cos mate wanted to try out taking black and white pics with one of his millions and millions of cameras that he’d never used for this purpose before.

Plus there’s an Ice cream vendor (or two) by the river, and we both seem to have a bit of weakness for the stuff.

On the way to the river we stopped briefly to take some pics of the permanent market stall thingy by St. Paul’s church. It wasn’t market day so there wasn’t actually a stall there, just the structure for it.

But the river, and the Ice cream were calling, so onward bound, we get to the river and of course proceeded to argue over which side we were going to go on (a decision largely affected by where the ice cream vendor was).

“It’s this side”

“no, no, it’s this side”

The argument goes back and forth until we eventually decide on the far side, probably because by the time we had finished arguing, it was the closest.

Walking down the river (by the river that should be, neither of us are Messiah’s, far from it in fact), we find the ice cream vendor, purchase exactly the same one (must stop doing that, it’s getting a bit wierd), blooming nice it was too, seemed to last for ages as well!

But of course all thing’s must come to an end, so we slowly head back into town, this time on the other side and we find another ice cream vendor! Didn’t get another ice cream tho, that would just be greedy.

And eventually we end up where we usually end up…at the Bear pub, where I work.

[edit 29.05.2010 - Matey has pointed out that I've forgotten the bridge incident, Not sure how I did that, it's a classic example of how many of our conversations go...

One of us asks a stupid question and t'other one has to state the bleedin' obvious (with lashings of sarcasm of course!).

In this case t'was him who asks and me who replies...

We're walking towards the river, arguing over which side to go on and where the ice cream vendor is, do we turn left down the Embankment, or do we go over the High street bridge and round to the other side. I'm pretty sure that the ice cream is on the other side, whereas he thinks it's on the Embankment side. The conversation goes a little something like this...

"where's the nearest bridge?" (probably thinking that we may need to cross back over to get to ice cream)

"er... there" ( pointing at the High street bridge)

"that's not what I meant and you know it!" (stifling his laughter)

"you just asked me where the nearest bridge was, it's not my fault you didn't say what you meant is it?" (stifling my laughter)

That is pretty much how most of our conversations go. The problem with us both being sarcastic gits, is whenever we're having a serious conversation (which isn't often), it usually takes a turn to the funny side. We don't take ourselves too seriously, why should we treat the world any different?]