Bulldog & Sicky's Visit

This week I've had the absolute pleasure of hosting two of my very best of friends from my university days, as well as having the opportunity to show them a few of the sights and sounds Melbourne has to offer.

Bulldog and Sicky arrived with good intentions. They spent the entire morning hunting for Soccer Crazy so that they could surprise me by turning up at the store unannounced, but sadly things didn't go entirely to plan. The thing is, I don't actually work in a store called Soccer Crazy. Soccer Crazy is just a pseudo name I use for privacy reasons. You see I don't want people knowing too much about me, in a world of cyber crimes and identity theft you can never be too safe. So these two poor men walked between almost every soccer store in Melbourne before they eventually turned up in my shop. I must say it was worth the extra effort, I was indeed surprised and extremely grateful to see them.
They had spent the last 2 months travelling through Thailand and the east coast of Australia so they both looked extremely well but in good need of a haircut so I recommended Dr Follicle and told them I'd meet them in the local after work. We sat down had a few pots, caught up on recent events and reminisced about the past until we were all shattered and ready for bed.

As mentioned in an earlier post, my new apartment is stuck in 1989 and it comes with a wonderful example of an eggshell spa. I'd been wanting to try this out since I moved in and this was as good of an opportunity as ever, so in keeping with the 80's theme I knocked up a few White Russians and we all jumped in. I'll be honest, it's not made for 3 fully grown males, it's not even made for two, but after a few twister type moves we managed to squeeze in. My universal travel plug (I knew it would come in handy eventually) was only just big enough to fill to plug hole, so the slightest of nudges and we lost water at an alarming rate. This happened approximately once every 2 minutes causing the water level to drop below that of the water jets resulting in the bathroom floor receiving a quick watering. Each time this happened Bulldog, who had drawn the short straw and was sat beneath the tap, had to stand up and receive a splash of boiling water to the feet until the level was high enough for him to sit back down again. By the time we had finished there was more water on the floor than there was in the spa and there were bubbles everywhere.

Before I they arrived I had arranged to attend a leaving party at my Australian friends house as he is soon leaving to visit the UK. We had to get the train to his house as it was good 35 minutes outside of Melbourne and when we eventually arrived in Brighton we spent another 15 minutes walking around lost and asking directions from strangers. Eventually we turned up at the party and were quite impressed with what we found. It turned out that my friend lived in a house that could easily be confused with a castle, it was huge. I've never seen a house quite like it. Anyhow, we drank our embarrassingly cheap larger's out of tins, ate our fair share of vol-au-vents, and left before anyone thought we were the cleaners. On the way home we sat in the train station waiting for about 20 minutes before I got a little impatient and when to find out when the next train arrived. I pressed the button that advertised train information and I was greeted by an automated message stating "There are no more trains departing from this station today". Typical.

Eventually we managed to find our way back to Melbourne and met up with Spuffs and a few of our other friends and spent the night reliving university days. I hope they enjoyed themselves as much as I have this week, I've not laughed so much in a long time. If anyone else fancies a few nights free of charge in Melbourne staying in my humble abode, knock yourselves out, the more the merrier*.
*Booking fee's may apply.