Happy New Year (of the Dog)

Hello dear reader,

It's been too long I know. However as a faithful servant to my public, I have nipped into the internet cafe after work to share in the Chinese New year revelry.

We were first attracted to the New Years parade because it was free to go to and our rent is due at the end of the week. Despite the perma-rain and grey sky's, we ventured down to Chinatown and were quite taken aback at the size of the crowd

(the entrance gate to Chinatown and the back of the parade)

(Ian getting in the way of another perfectly good picture)

There was a real vibrancy to the celebrations and lots of colour to brighten up the gloomy sky.

As I mentioned it was packed and I nearly lost Paul, Ian, Andrew and Laura in the rush. You really wouldn't have thought that this was right next to one of the roughest areas of Vancouver

There were also some scary dragons about. It really was very impressive.

As you can probably tell, I like the Dragons.

This is the Band that I want as my wedding. They were all dressed as dogs and played funky Jazz. Good stuff. I think the saxophonist nearly drowned from the rain though.

The parade lasted probably about an hour in total, which was just enough. Even Laura said she enjoyed it, although the poor thing was shivering throughout.

In other news, my work placement has been extended until the end of February which is very good news, as I have exactly $8 to last me the rest of the week (don't panic mum, I have bought my bus pass and paid my rent ($600 in one hit) and put some food money away). I faxed my timesheet 41 times today just in case.

I'm still playing 5-a-side football. Although one twit did try to break my left leg last week. He seemed to come off quite badly too so all seems fair and even. Should be able to play again tomorrow to support the mighty Banksy!

Until we meet again dear readers.

Andy xxx

Uber Zuber!

I have just received an e-mail from the other Laura in my life. My sister e-mailed me to say hi, which was very nice. She only wrote a small paragraph, but in that were no less than three references to the other Laura in my life. So here is a small lo-down the the Woman who has taken on the mighty challenge of going out with Me!!



Those on the north American circuit will already know of the fast emerging talent of a young female pool player from New Mexico, but those of you back in Europe may not. She is quite a nifty little player and has this nasty habit of beating me regularly. This is a still from her upcoming instructional DVD, titled "Hustle... It's a girl thing!"

(my crayon hat modeled by yours truly)

Her skill doesn't just end there. For those dedicated readers amongst you will know, I lost the hat to my infamous crayon costume after Halloween. Vowing that I will get married in that costume, Laura matched the material, looked at an old file photo and whipped me up an exact replica so that I can now have my dream wedding. Thanks Laura.

I can tell you the stiching that has gone into it is first class. When I'm not wearing it for ceremonial occasions, I have is on display at the Vancouver Museum if anyone is interested.

She's intelligent, funny,

Beautiful, caring

And best of all... Mine.

I hope that answers all your questions Sis. I hope Laura isn't too cross I've done this. Finally does anyone know how best to get a green card?

Interesting week!

Paddington Bear, perched on the TV looking on! (kindly donated by Mel as a going away present)

Working full time has it's upsides and it's downside. I don't mind my job in the least. It gets me out and I have met a lot more interesting and very friendly people. It also helps pay for my extravagant lifestyle. The problem is it does take up a lot of our time.

I was stood at the bus stop with Ian this morning on our way to do some unrecognized charity work, when asked what we had actually done this week?

The answer was surprisingly more that we had thought.

On Monday I went out with Laura to shoot some pool and got beaten!!! AGAIN!!! I really should stop putting $100 a frame on these games. Laura's off on a well earned holiday to Hawaii next week.

On Tuesday, The Bunac gang went back to play 5 a side football. We went to take on the Canadians but found that it's almost exclusively ex-pats that play. I counted 6 Canadians, 1 Spanish girl, 1 Swede send 16 Brits. Still it was great fun this week, and I even managed to score a hatrick. The second was the best of the night, shimmy and then shot past the keeper on his left. Afterwards we all went to Darby's for a quick drink. They offer 2-4-1 pitchers for all sports teams, we took full advantage of that. So much so that the story of my two other goals that night matched the skill level of my good goal.

On Wednesday Ian and me went to a lecture at the university about the secret meeting between Roosevelt and Churchill at the White House, Christmas 1941. It didn't really go into much detail. They were more interested in talking about Churchills strange habits. Still, it was good fun, and nice and light for a Wednesday evening. Plus it was free!! So the price was right.

Thursday, Ian abandoned me to go to see some crappy old films, so I went with by biggest sulk face on, over to Laura's who cooked me dinner and looked after me in Ian's absence. We had a fun night.

Last night was Friday so we went to the Regal Beagle bar and then upstairs (2 new firsts) to the cabaret for some dancing and good times. It was cheap in there and nearly all of us were out. It felt like the old days when we first arrived. When we were young and carefree, no jobs and no clue!

Who am I kidding, we were never like that!

The Bunac gang at the cabaret

Ian doing his impression of a man who can't dance

It's Jades Birthday tonight so we're off out for a meal and a glass of Ribena. So all in all it's been a busy fun packed week. Tomorrow night is of course Sunday. As is slowly becoming tradition, Ian and I will stay in and have a well deserved night off.

Ian and I enjoying a rare night in the Batcave. This was when the beard was still in the George Michael stage. (is it me or do I look the tiniest bit like my Uncle David in this photo? It's the cheek bones)

Beard!

Almost every year I get it into my head that I should prove my manliness. Not by my actions, words or general demure, but by trying to grow a beard!

This years attempt went a little better than last year. There are two main reasons for this. Firstly I took the period off between Christmas and New Year to try and get it established, and secondly my Mum is 5000 miles away so I can't hear her scream to me to:

"SHAVE... You scruffy devil. I didn't raise you like this!!!"

So I gave it a chance this year. Sadly all good things come to an end, it had to come off. Why I hear you cry. Because it's flipping itchy that's why!!!

But just before I did, I got Ian (the official beard photographer) to take a couple of snaps for you to laugh at.

Strangely, when I went back to work the next day, the ladies there were horrified. I should have consulted them first apparently. I was a bit of a catch avec beard, but being English I would have been dropped (cricket joke for those of you who needed help).

Muchos love. Bully xxx

Ian's trademark, up the nose shot.

This photo scares me a little. I think I've spent to long in the batcave.

After 10 minutes hacking away at the fuzz, I was carted away to hospital to help recover some of the blood loss associated with beard hacking. I would just like to thank the plastic surgeon who re-constructed my face. I think I look almost normal again.

Normal service will be resumed eventually

The problem with my new job, is that I have no access to the internet. This meant that my e-mails were left unchecked for nearly a week (That one unread message about handling a bank transfere from the account of an overthrown African despot could have been my ticket out of here). It also means that I haven't had a chance to update my blog. So apologies for that, dedicated readers.

I have made a promise to myself that I will go this Saturday and update the blog, with tales and events from the past two weeks. These include: -

The Beard
5-A side football
Fine dining
Pool hustling
My new award show, The "Bullies"

Calm yourself good people, try not to get too excited. In my experience it only leads to huge dissapointment. Anyway, there's always Ian's blog?

TTFN.

Say Cheese!

I was given my digital camera by my parents for my birthday last July. It was just what I wanted. I was going to use it to chronicle my adventures in this great country to show my parents and friends back at home, and for me to keep as a visual diary of my time here.

Therefore, I felt a bit of an idiot leaving my USB cable at home. As regular readers will know I have begged borrowed and stolen photos, from others (principally Ian) to furnish my blog thus far.

NOT ANY LONGER! Dad kindly agreed to pop the cable over for me when he was next passing through. Since he was here he decided to have a quick holiday.

Manifestly, and in no particular order, I would like to share a few photos I had taken but have yet to post.

So here are a few of my favorite things:

Here is a photograph with two of my favorite things in. One is sharp and sexy with sleek lines, fabulous figure and sings so sweetly. She's also Canadian. She's Simon & Patrick guitar!

At the helm the guitar, (playing a D) is the lovely Laura. For those you you who have been living in a cave, Laura is the brave soul who has been dating me for the last two months. I still have yet to capture a really good photo of her. She has some great ones, but to get them from her apartment lair, may take a raid too daring even for the 'Milk Tray' man.

Laura is from New Mexico, which is right next to the Old Mexico. This means she is from Southern USA. In order to prepare me for a possible upcoming visit to New Mexico, Laura bought me this Cowboy shirt to help me blend in with the locals. I am reliably informed this is how the kids are wearing their shirts these days. All I need to complete the ensemble, is a bright shiny belt buckle, hat and cowboy boots.

(Notice how now I'm wearing the shirt, I stay one step in front of the law!)

"What's happened to Ian?" I hear you cry. Don't panic. He's just fine. He's sitting a few seats down from me writing some nonsensical stuff on his blog. He's just been accepted as a permanent employee at UBC. Congratulations Ian! He'll have regular money coming in from now on. If may even feel flush enough to buy me a drink one day. (Hey, I can dream can't I?)

This is one of my favorite photos I took of Ian. It was taken at the now legendary Essex v's Australia Cricket match in the summer. I thought Ian looked focused on the future, looking ahead to Canada and the challenge. When someone shouted STREAKER!!! From the box behind I realised where the intensity of the stare emanated.

At last a photo that better represents the scale of the Capilano Rope Bridge. Dad and me got 20% off as a rainy day discount.

Dad negotiating the 20% discount with one of the more grizzly members of the RCMP.

Mr. Whitbread. I saw this and thought of you.

Lastly, probably my best pic. English Bay (the scene of our polar bear swim triumph) in warmer days. This was taken when we were still in the hostel. Pretty isn't it.

I other news, I am in employment once again. I am working for the Workers Compensation Board. It's easy enough so far and they keep telling me their really glad I could help out (again, I hope they know their paying me). This stint should last at least until the end of the month and possibly another 2 after that. Good Stuff!

I had better get on.

Bye for now,

Andy

Happy Christmas and New Year 2005/6

Merry Christmas from Canada!

The Gang on Christmas Day. Hope everyone back home had a good one!

Christmas was a blast! Deb's took up the Herculean task of cooking Christmas dinner for us all. Things were not made easier by the oven deciding to pack up! Debs used all her reserves of female reserve to MAKE CHRISTMAS HAPPEN! I love that can do attitude. She then (with permission) broke into next doors house and used their oven to cook a fabulous Christmas lunch/dinner. Fun times were had by all! thank you Debs. PS can I have my plates back???

Our landlady then poped around to wish us a Merry Christmas and unburden us of our months rent!!! Easy come easy go! Just think what kind of capers I could get up too with all that lovely cash!

However, to the rescue comes Dad! Mr Bull snr came over on December 23rd, looking for thrills and excitement. Pleading with him that I'm his only son, he agreed to give me some of my inheritance early and took me with him on his adventures. Horrah!!!


In true James Bond style which has become a trait of the more recent Bull clan, we decided not to get the boring old ferry to Victoria. We took the SEA PLANE! It was very cool I have to say. Door to door virtually in 40 min.

The Emperess Hotel where afternoon is a must. However as I offerd to buy Dad lunch, we skipped the $30 sandwich whith the crusts cut off, and went to a little cafe which did us soup and a sandwich (with crusts) for 1/3 of the price.


Dad wanted some authentic Canadian culture on this trip, so we decided to go to the HOCKEY. The Canucks were on a bit of a loosing streak, but after being 2-0 down I decided to go and have a quick chat with the players. Having some knowledge Canadian Hockey Sports Psychology, I just tolod then to go out there and disfigure Nashville. Also if there was time, knock the puck into the opposition net. It worked and they won 4-3.

Next day, we are up and at 'em again. This time at the Capilano rope bridge. This is probably the worst photo I took of it, so why I put it here I don't know. The rope bridge is spectacular and the views are terrific. There is also a nature tree walk which was fun and quite informative.

Welcome to English Bay, January 1st 2006. The stage is set for the POLAR BEAR SWIM! For those of you who don't know what the Polar bear swim is, it is a race in which other people in strange costumes and equally few brain cells dive into the sea on New Years Day and go for a swim.

It was all Ian's crazy idea (why do I follow him so blindly), but I have to say he kept up the pretence of looking confident right until......

About NOW... This is were we got our starters orders to get undresed and get to the start line. Paul Banks, Ian and myself were freezing. Not only that we were running into the sea (which is even colder believe it or not). All three of us got to the beach and saw a gap. Upon Ian's cry we all charged into the sea to be hit with a cold that gave us an instant headache. I decided that if I was going in, i'd do it in style. so I dived straight in. I then submerged (a requirement in order to get your badge) surfaced to see that I had dived in a bit to far and that Paul and Ian were already running back towards the beach. I scrambled out as fast as I could.

Once out of the weter we actually felt quite warm as the sea had been so cold. You have to be wet to claim your badge so we stolled over and even had time toahve some photo's taken before we got dry.

I was the first one back proudly holding my membership to the Polar Bear Swim Club
Hero's each and every one! I should also mention that Mr Chris Ralph also took part but he was a bit late getting there and so we only caught up with him later. So Chris we salute you too.

Next Day Whisler. I haven't been skiing in while, so I thought I'd try and look radical with some funky shades (courtesy of the Daniel Zuber collection) and some 4 day old face fuzz (don't worry Hannah, once puberty strikes, it will really kick in!)

Technology has moved on a bit in the skiing world. The snow was fantastic but my ski's were superb (Salamom Scrambelers FYI). I glided throught the powder even on a couple of black runs (I have never really managed this feat before). My skis gave me confidence beyond my tallent, it was just perfect!!

Laura's Brother Daniel joined me on the slopes on a board. It was great to have someone to go with. He's also pretty nifty on that tray as well, so good times were had by all.

I am now looking for work to finance all this. My previous post came to an end just before Christmas (can't say I was displeased) but I could really do with some work on the Horizon so I can go out and do this again!

Sorry about the spelling Mum, but time is money.

Bye for now, Andy xxx

Ladies and Gents, Mr & Mrs Ralph

I’m supposed to be working, but I have come over all Christmasy and so (combined with the fact that I just don’t care anymore) I have decided to give up working for a few minutes and would like to wish many congratulations to CHRIS and DEBS who have decided to have us over for Christmas. (Oh and they got engaged as well. Should probably mention that; such a scatter-brain!)

On a very romantic surprise visit to New York (Laura - don’t get any ideas. I’ve no idea how this was financed) Chris, slipped on some winter ice and fell on one knee and hurt himself. Chris turned to drink in order to ease the pain, however the agony prevented him from completing the sentence. I will put the words he missed out due to the agony in brackets, to help paint a fuller picture

“Ah, the pain, will you (go for a ‘bloody’) Mary (with) me, to ease the suffering of my pain in my (leg, foot and) soul?”

Since coming to Canada we’ve all enjoyed a drink or two, but, Deb’s over emotional, “YES” and throwing her arms around him in ecstatic joy, made him think perhaps she enjoyed a drink a bit too much (there’s always Gav and me Deb’s).

It only dawned on Chris what had actual happened, when he received the bill for the ring Debs had just ordered. But as you can see, Chris was truly delighted with how it has all turned out.

The best thing is, is that they have asked me… Yes me, to marry them in a civil service in 2007/8. Don’t worry, I have booked those two years off in my calendar to make sure I’m free! There’s NO GOING BACK NOW YOU’VE ASKED ME!

To Chris and Deb’s (joking aside) I wish you all health and happiness in your future together. (Just imagine what the kids will look like)

Under Pressure

This job is going from worse to unbearable. Thank the Lord It's only until Friday. Although surviving until Friday seems like an insurmountable challenge. Before you say it, I know it's only a temp Job! But that doesn't help!

(Am I jumping for Joy or jumping off a cliff? You'll know by Friday)

At 5pm I turn into a normal person again. I never take work home with me. It's just while I'm here it's all consuming! If I was ever in need of divine intervention, now would be a good time! And it's Christmas!! If all I have seen in the films and TV is true, then miracles really do happen at Christmas!

The Dangers of Alco-Fun!

Now, in my capacity as a Health and Safety spokesman for Britain's abroad, I have something to share with you that you should not only adhere to, but your children and your childrens children should too.

Alcohol does not improve your ability to dance!

(a shocking and vile image but you have to admit, I can still pull the shapes)

I would like to thank Ian sincerely for bringing the image into the public domain (it's a good job I'm of a forgiving nature). Hopefully something good can come out of this. I give full permissions to have this photo used in this years, government spearheaded "Don't Drink & Dance" campaign.

I would just like to take this opportunity to apologise to all my family, friends, Ian, the wedding party that was in that night, God and poor Laura who looks very frightened.

SORRY!

30-Second Update!

Thank you “Jolly Boys”! I got your card yesterday in the post. It gave me a really good laugh and I was very touched so thank you all very much.

Joanna Butler: I’m not ignoring you; I’m just 8 hours behind you. This is why I’m am never on line. Also, I don’t have the same amount of time to waste as I did working back in London. So to make you feel better “HELLO!!!”

In other news: Work has just announced that I will be replaced in January. This means that because of the holidays, I will finish here next Friday. I won’t be sad to leave this thankless job behind, but I will miss the coffee and free leftover food from board meetings.

This will give me time to spend with Dad when he’s over here. I’ll also have more time to concentrate on my forthcoming album, which is still in the ‘learning to play the guitar’ stage. Fame and fortune is surely just around the corner.

Lastly, the sun is shining today!

Have a good one,

Andy xxx

Wondered Why? This is why!

Hello everybody! How are things with you? Things with me are pretty much the same. My job keeps me bordering on insanity and I’m still not the rock legend guitarist I would like to be (I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever get that elusive gold disc).

However, Laura is already getting worryingly good. The guitar was meant to be my thing. Her thing is that she can speak German. After 2 weeks intensive tuition I can now say “Hello my name is Andrew. Two large beers please”. All the modern traveller needs I’m sure you’ll agree!

I felt a bit uneasy this weekend. I felt like I was not making the most of this wonderful location, but I didn’t know what to do with myself. This is very like me. I have a lot of passion and energy, but have no real focus to channel it. This leads me to often get frustrated with things.

Ian came to the rescue on Saturday afternoon, by suggesting that we go for a walk around Kitsilano Beach. I had plenty of energy to spare so why not.

The sun was beginning to set which unleashed a brilliant array of pinks and purples over the clear bay. It was a sight. All nagging questions and frustrations that had been plaguing me seemed to fritter away into insignificance and I felt totally relaxed (a very rare thing for me). I really began to put things in perspective and felt a lot better for it. Life is for living good people. It’s just a lot easier to do out here than at home!

I know these photos are slolen straight from Ians blog, but I was there too, and my Dad hasn't yet worked out how to click onto Ians blog from mine. Enjoy Pops, you'll see it for yourself soon!

(From the post "Oh What a Beautiful Morning" the poem "Vancouver in the rain")

(Downtown Vancouver as seen from Kits beach)

Bizarre Party @ The Party Bizarre

Guess what! I finally took some photos of an evening out to furnish my bland looking blog. Sadly, you won't see them until after Christmas, because in my haste to leave the country I forgot my USB cable and it's coming over with my Dad.

I also know people have been requesting a glimpse of the lovely Laura, whom I have been rattling on about for a while now. Rumors abound that she is some sort of figment of my imagination, but she's real I tells ya. She just has this Batman like ability to delete any sneaky glimpses of her that I may have caught on my camera. Maybe she's a spy?

Crashing on! Tuesday night was the much anticipated Christmas bash at the Party Bizarre. It was held in a local hotel near to the shop. As I walked into the function room I was a little disturbed to see many people in sweat-shirts and jumpers that were probably last worn at Disney World sometime in 1986. It was only when I remembered that I had forgotten to dress up for the 'Most Naffist Christmas Pull-over Prize' that I finally sat down and began to relax.

My date Laura looked fantastic! However, due to the picture embargo placed upon me, you'll never know just how fantastic!

Andrew Keen began to warm to his lovely date Ian after a few beers, but we felt strangely cut off from the rest of the party. We made a few introductions to people, but as soon as the food came out the socialising was over! The food was great by the way.

We sort of left without saying goodbye, which was a bit strange. Therefore, using taxi money as an excuse to pop in and see Laura, I went to the Party Bizarre in my lunch hour the next day and finally got introduced to some more of the team. I got to thank them for their kind hospitality, and be a bit bitchy about keenie at the same time (all within earshot). I think I endeared myself a little to them (just kidding Andrew).

After the dinner, we went to the pub downstairs and played pool and mingled a little more. I decided to introduce myself to a few more people from the party. Names escape me, but there was one guy who is releasing a new album in April. How cool is that? He's a guitarist/can play everything else under the sun, type musician. I can't quite remember exactly, but I thing he may have suggested getting some people together and having a jam! That would be cool. Just give me another couple of years solid practice to get really good! (it was one of those, good idea after a couple of beers things)

I have just noticed something really cool! One of the people in the office has just asked me to order a name plate for a new employee starting next week. I mentioned that I haven't got one, but then I moved around my desk to see that I have.

It says:

Andy Bull
Temporary Administration Assistant
Corporate / Administration.

Finally, I'm someone (albeit temporary)

TTFN,

Andy xxx

It's like a home from home!

A story I picked up in the office. The people refered to are very important Board members here at Vancouver Coastal Health. I don't have a clue who they are either.

Vancouver (Reuters)

Day 2 - Vancouver Blizzard 2005 - Revenge of the Commuters

Chilled Vancouver commuters faced their second day of winter hell today, as an additional ¼ centimeter of the peculiar white stuff fell, bringing the lower mainland to its knees and causing millions of dollars worth of damage to the marijuana crops. Scientists suspect that the substance is some form of frozen water particles and experts from Saskatchewan are being flown in. With temperatures dipping to the almost but not quite near zero mark, Vancouverites were warned to double insulate their lattes before venturing out.

Vancouver police recommended that people stay inside except for emergencies, such as running out of espresso or biscotti to see them through Vancouver's most terrible storm to date. The local Canadian Tire reported that they had completely sold out of fur lined sandals. Drivers were cautioned to put their convertible tops up, and several have been shocked to learn that their SUV's actually have four wheel drive, although most have no idea how to use it.

Weary commuters faced soggy sushi, and the threat of frozen breast implants. Dr. John Blatherwick, of the Coastal Health Authority reassured everyone that most breast implants were perfectly safe to 25 below. "The government has to do something," snarled an angry Trevor Warburton. "I didn't pay $540,000 for my one bedroom condo so I could sit around and be treated like someone from Toronto."

Hello Again!

I shouldn’t moan really, Vancouver is treating me extremely well. I love the city, the people, the ‘Batcave’ (i.e. my flat), Ian (in the manliest way possible of course), the Bunac20, and I have met a lovely lady (The Über Zuber). Who could want for more???

It’s just my job really sucks!

I was flicking through some old e-mails when ordering food, and I noticed my predecessor in his goodbye e-mail to the caterer, referred to me as the ‘new sucker’. Charming! Although in fairness he did also say that I was ‘actually a nice British guy doing the work travel thing’. If he liked me, why didn’t he tell me to run! Run like the wind before I realised the full horror!

It’s not that bad. I have had worse jobs and the moneys good! So quit moaning Bull.

Gavin has landed perhaps the best job in the world! (Especially if you are Gavin). He is now an official beer quality control tester for a local B.C. Brewery. He tests for purity and colour. I can honestly think of no better man for the job… Except me!

Happy birthdays to Chris and Debs who 21 apiece. Also, our man from the north, Simon had a splendid 22nd birthday bash and Marks on Broadway on Friday. Much fun and dancing was had by all. I had an especially fun time, but I’m not going into that now. I’m sure someone will post incriminating photos before too long.

Tomorrow night is the Party Bizarre Christmas bash, and I’m Laura’s date! Cool! I’m very excited. It’s in a hotel in Vancouver, and it sounds as if it will be a lot of fun. Andrew Keen, who also works at the Bizarre, is taking a tall brunette with him. His name is Ian.

I think it may have something to do with the magic of the Cowboy shirt, or the Kitsilano air, but I have renewed enthusiasm for my guitar. I want to practice more that ever, work with my book and improve my technique so that when I am back in Ol’ Blighty, I’ll have something that that I fostered and nurtured in Canada. I want to write myself some tunes that will chronicle my time here.

Poor Ian is suffering in silence, bless him, I’m less Eric Clapton, more Andy Clapped-Out at the moment, but so help me god I’m going to get better!

Just wish all this crappy work wouldn’t keep getting in the way.

Must go another crisis has just arisen. Oh Heck!

Bully x

Snow Fun for Cowboys

It’s snowing! It’s not too bad here, but Ian has text me this morning to say that UBC is covered in the stuff. Usually, I’m a big fan of the snow. I live to ski and I think it looks very pretty when it falls and settles. However, this morning was slightly different.

Being a leggy chap my centre of gravity is quite high. This means that in icy conditions, I have a tendency to fall over. I did manage to stay upright for a change, but my more cautious approach meant that the busses I could normally run and catch, sped past me as I gingerly trod my way through the slush to the bus stop.

Apologies for the lack of photos everyone. Two reasons. Firstly, I still haven’t had my USB cable sent over. Secondly, Ian hasn’t posted any photos for a while so I haven’t had any to steal!

I have to be quick, as I‘m supposed to be working, but…… She’s Back! The Zuber’s in Vancouver, Laura (if you hadn’t already guessed) is back after her little trip around the Province. I missed her!

Not only did she come back, she bought me a present too. I am now the proud owner of a brand old, genuine Cowboy shirt!! The sleeves are a little short but I’ll keep washing my arms in cold water to shrink them so they are just so. I‘ll get a photo of me in it soon, but according to Laura who is from New Mexico, and is therefore some sort of authority on this, I’m not wearing it the right way. Therefore, I need some more styling tips so I don’t look a fool.

So for Christmas I want the biggest belt buckle money can buy, Cowboy boots (size 12 US) with spurs and the Billy Ray Cyrus back catalogue. I have been a very good boy this year Santa!

As the song goes #Where have all the Cowboys gone?#

Never fear, “The Bull” is here. (am I getting a little carried away?)

Andy xxx

Work and no wine! No fair!

I was going to have a good old moan on my blog today, but luckily for you but unluckily for Ian, I moaned at him most of last night and got it out of my system. (After that we had a great conversation about Bond films. So all's well that ends well)

My new job has quite a steep learning curve. Things are done a little differently here than they were back at the NEBP. Firstly, I'm not in charge any more, which means they more organised, efficient and in not in complete chaos all the time.

Secondly, I'm working on my own again, so the capacity for cocking things up and getting the blame is greatly increased. The lady whom is taking up most of my time appears permanently stressed and less than helpful to the new boy.

To further my angst, I am on the 'No fun detox plan'. This self-imposed ban on eating out, drinking is designed to save a bit of money and alleviate the chronic pain in my liver (just kidding Mum!).

I have been very social lately, (as one should when in a foreign country) but I have a small window in my schedule, which allows me to rest, recover and get some washing done before Fridays fun and frolics (it's Chris and Deb's 21st Birthdays. Congratulations!)

Hang on, this is turning into a moan isn't it?

In other news, Ian and myself are "Art". For more details click on his blog, but we were asked to be involved in a video arts project. Under normal circumstances I would have probably made polite noises and declined, but seeing as we are in Vancouver, I decided to embrace the project. So Ian and I were filmed being interviewed. I think it's going to be exhibited in the gallery, so if you're over that way see if we're there.

Only more 2 hours to go. Then I have to go home and clean my apartment. Dam it will the excitement ever stop?

Pub Olympian!

I have long been a champion of the Pub Olympics. A whole games for the common man playing parlor games such as pool, darts and dominos for glory and the inevitable sponsorship deals that will follow. Furthermore, it might be the only Olympics were Britain could actually dominate the medal table.

Now that London has the 2012 games, and has not used this opportunity to include Darts or Snooker to bolster our medal tally, I believe the time is right to diversify and set up our own "Pub" Olympics.

Or at least I thought so until Saturday night.........................

There is a young lady hailing from the USA in our midst. She not just good, she's a natural. Now the rebel colonies could be forgiven for producing an outsider for the pool or even the darts event. This young talent has already beaten me in both disciplines in recent days (Oh the Shame of it! I'll never be allowed back into the North Star), but the best was yet to come.

Beer mat flipping, is a noble art which is usually dominated by the home nations. For those of you who don't know what I'm blabbering on about, beer mat flipping is where you rest your beer mat half on and half off the edge of the table. You then flick it from underneath, which will flip it over and then you have to catch it.

I pride myself on my beer mat flipping expertise. Having mastered the single mat flip you then place another beer mat on top and keep flipping, building up the pile as you go along with each successful attempt.

I can usually flip a respectable 6 beer mats in one go. Not bad, but not quite "Pub Olympian" standard.

As this is a demonstration event for the next Pub Olympics we allowed Laura, representing the USA to join the competition without previously qualifying (this being because she has never done it before). I showed her the basic rudiments of the "classic" technique used by most of the worlds top flippers, and she was away.

4, 5, then 6 she flipped. More beermats were called for. 10, 12, 14. By this stage a small but eager crowd were gathering. Up to 20!!! Ordinary pub goers were calling their wives and children to get down to the pub and watch this masterclass.

By 30, the pub was on the phone to the Guinness Book of Records, and the Brewery for some more beermats. 40 was her last attempt for the night!

FIRST TIME!

My memory is a little sketchy from that night, but I'm sure we hoisted Laura onto our shoulders and walked through a ticker tape parade in Downtown.

I worry for the British prospects at the next Pub Olympics.

Oh What A Beautiful Morning!

I have become so accustomed to the rain in Vancouver, that when the sun actually does make an appearance it will almost move you to tears (I'm quite serious about this).

I over slept again, which means that over this bank holiday weekend, I think I have been asleep more than I have been awake. Nevertheless, when I pulled back my blinds and saw the clear blue sky, I shot straight up.

Guessing rightly that is is highly unlikely that my agency will find me any work before I start my long term stint and Vancouver Coastal Health on Friday, I quickly decided that today should be about enjoying some "quality me time".

Firstly I got on my Guitar and finished the tune to my first number one hit. The idea came about after a yard or two of ale on Saturday night. Paul Banks was talking about him mum Mrs Banks, reading all our blogs. Manifestly, as a show of appreciation to Mrs Banks I decided to write a number 1 smash hit for her.

It's a song that like me, doesn't take itself too seriously. However, the lyrics do need a little fine tuning. We're trying to find a way of actually putting the final version of the song on the blog so we can all laugh at my efforts. I'm sure Simon Cowell is a big fan of the blog, so I'm positive he'll push it for me.

After that, I thought I had better get on with some of the jobs I have to do as a faithful house husband. I decided to walk into downtown via the beach seeing as we live so close to it. For the first time I could see the snow covered mountains clear as day. The bright sunshine illuminating the waters and the silhouetted ships in the bay.

The Fall here is beautiful, but when it is projected throughout the bright, crisp sunshine it looks truly remarkable. If only I had my camera, but then I thought pictures could never really to it justice. I hope and pray we get a couple of days like this when my Dad comes to visit over Christmas. Then he'll see what I'm banging on about.

I stopped off to look at the various pieces of art that line the Kitsilano coast. There are also a few poems that I would urge people to go and read. There is one about the rain that I particularly love.

I treated myself to a return ticked on the Granville Island ferry, so I could could continue my walk around the park and see the bay from the river in all it's glory.

There were lot's of people jogging around the parks today. It's a very "healthy" city. I thought about going for a run myself, but then I thought what's the rush? Let's take this all in. I think this city is finally getting to me, and it's all for the better.

In other news I got a text from my new companion of the female persuasion Laura, last night. She asked me if I was working before Friday and then said "I want you to come with me somewhere Wednesday".

How exciting, I beamed. Being a master of psychology, I thought I would try and tease the answer to where out or her subtly, by asking her where?

"A Casino!" she replied.

My wallet skipped a beat.

Thankfully, it's her flatmate who works there who is going to take us. Laura can't gamble either. Although she has warned me to leave my wallet at home as there is a shopping complex there as well. Good sensible advice me thinks.

Ok, I had better do a few more jobs. Take care people.

Andy

The Best Tour Ever!

(The Brewery)

Hi fans,

Ian and I decided to treat ourselves yesterday. Ian has worked hard all week, and I did TWO WHOLE DAYS, so we decided it was high time we kicked back and treated ourselves. We decided to head over to Granville Island. It's a wonderful little bristling place with markets and funky little shops. It also houses the Granville Island Brewery. It's a micro-brewery that produces about 5 million liters of beer a year. It's all pretty low-tech, but being a man that likes to fully immerse himself in the culture of a new land, I was unsurprisingly already familiar with most of their brands.

The tour was split into two. The first 5 minutes was spent showing us around the brewery and telling us a bit about it, how the beer is made yada yada yada. The next three hours was spent sampling and talking to other sophisticated, urbane, beer loving Canadians. They have never heard my stories!!!! Everybody else had heard them at least 6 times, and frankly, it's never as good after the third time. It was nice to have a new audience. When ever I meet new Canadians I like to try to be a young Alan Wicker, witty, clever and very dapper. (The man is a pro and should be made Sir Alan in the New Years honors List) However I rarely manage to pull it off.

(Humm Lovely beer)

In other news, Ian got called up by those Crazy Canadians Jen and Lowell, he met when he went coat hanger shopping. So on Thursday we went to a rather trendy little night spot where one of Jen's friends was DJing. That was great fun, we'll certainly be heading back there. These crafty Canadians know all the best places.

Ian nearly got run over yesterday. He was crossing the road when it was safe and the green man (or white as he is here) directed him, but a car swerved around and Ian took his wing mirror off. Ian was not hurt, but the car came to a screeching halt and the driver got out the car. Ian got ready to run, but this not being Britain, the driver started apologising. Ian said he almost felt sorry for him.

Last but not least, I have been out dating this week. How exciting!! I can't say much because I don't want to jinx it, but coupled to that, there isn't a lot to tell. All I'll say is she's called Laura, she's very nice and hails from New Mexico, Yee ha. However, she seems to have lived everywhere. She's also a mean darts player!

I'm pooped. To much Granville Island fun. I had better get home and get Ian his dinner. Being a house husband is not all it's cracked up to be. Still, I start work again on Friday.

Until we meet again.

Andy x