Last night Helen and I heard some hullabaloo coming from Oxford Street. We went out onto our balcony to be greeted by the sight of a huge crowd of rowdy Santas milling on the corner of Oxford Street and Wardour Street.
My own pet theory is that they were a group of dyslexics devil worshippers (who had sold their souls to Santa). They were probably supposed to meet up at Oxdorf Street or something and sacrifice an elf.
Alternatively they could be the famous Santa A cappella band “Santana”.
I just read a very interesting blog post, about an extreme way to pay off debt. The girl who wrote this post went and lived on the street until her debt was payed off, working two jobs and showering at the gym.
So I was at our morning programmer’s coffee and the topic of religion drifted onto the agenda. We started talking about how much misinterpretation of hebrew scriptures has made it into religious doctrine. The Virgin Mary… I mean, come on! Married and still a virgin? Apparently the word for “virgin” and “maiden” are pretty similar, if not the same. Check out the Wikipedia entry for more details. Anyway, there’s a pretty funny video on YouTube which is an animation based on how ridiculous a literal translation of the Book of Job is. Check it out!
To kick off Helly’s birthday week, I took her to Coombe Abbey in Coventry. It was originally a 12th Century Cistercian Abbey, that has been restored and turned into a hotel. It was great arriving at the Abbey at night, and walking into the foyer of the hotel which looks like something out of “The Name of the Rose”. Our room, which was apparently one of the old rooms in the Abbey, had a view stretching out over the sculptured gardens. We spent many hours exploring the grounds – 500 acres of gardens, woodlands, lakes and marshes.
Today I mooched around the new flat. I took the morning off in order to let in some gas safety inspectors. The gas company rang around lunchtime to say the inspectors were outside the apartment and no-one seemed to be home. I informed them that I was in fact inside, but no-one was ringing the buzzer. Eventually I realized that they were standing outside my old flat in Covent Garden *sigh*
Last weekend was spent back in Amsterdam. The highlight was probably Tony’s Lame SuperHero Birthday Party. Helen has more photos on her blog. Tony messaged to say that everyone was meeting in Dam Square, and when we arrived there was a crowd of superheroes standing around – capes billowing. Tourists were coming over and asking to have their photos taken with the group. It was all too funny. I went as Pi Man, a super hero who’s special power is the ability to recite Pi to 2 decimal places. I also had the lamest costume.