it's official: spas are dead

alright, the week in review. i have been kind of working again, writing some stories while i have had a chance with the stability of my second or third or fourth home with joey and si. no baby yet. my nephew kai had his 7th birthday yesterday and we had a great day: up at seven with presents, bacon sarnies in bed, then ten pin bowling, table hockey, short nap (me) dog walking with kai's new walkie talkies (they're kickarse and i want some), pizza hut for dinner... oh, the times we had. if you were seven, it would be exactly the way you'd want to spend your birthday. trust me.

so the week was really nice and relaxing. i went up to bosworth hall a few times, which is this tres swank hotel/country club joy and si belong to, where as a guest and for five pounds i got to spend some time using the facilities, which prompted the title of this particular entry... going back a month or two to adam and anna's wedding, jordy's lovely boy, hani, was telling us about this conversation he'd had during the week with anna's dad, who was telling him emphatically, spas - yes, as in spa baths - were finished, over, done with. it makes sense if you think about it, these days it's all about the hot tubs, jacuzzis, steam rooms...

so i was in the spa today after my swim (and before the steam room, my circuit of choice), thinking about starting a sub-blog titled swimming pools of the world - but deciding there's not really a market for it, but if you want some more info, email me - and i was reading the rules of the spa on the wall and RIGHT NEXT TO THE SIGN was a smaller, in-house sign, which read "Please shower before entering the jacuzzi". Now hani, stay with me, because im sure you're the only one still reading, but these guys - who clearly had a spa bath - were so shamed that they were trying to PRETEND their spa was a jacuzzi. it's official, spas are dead. case closed. (if anyone knows the difference between spas and jacuzzis, please email me)

anyway, that's peace out from me. im now in london with huey, and we've got some good stuff planned for the weekend. my ex-bandmate nath just called and we are going over to his place tomorrow night for a snag and a beer... and i am going to give him crap because i dont know how long he's been here, but he's got a bit of a lundin accent already, orright? "Just get yor map out, its nor far." he's is islington, which i think we are too but its still under debate.

mwahahahahahahahahahahaha.

night kids, enjoy your weekend. it's going to be HOT here in london this weekend, 22 degrees plus. stop, shut up and get out. no really, it's true.