A weekend of firsts

First First:
Friday morning was hot in that hazy, smoggy summer way. I was walking to work (something I do since I discovered it takes me exactly 40 minutes regardless of whether or not I'm walking or jammed on the bus). There was a girl in front of me and in front of her was a guy wearing a black jumper, white shirt and dark pants. He was acting a bit strange, sort of lurching around and once the girl in front of me walked by him, I saw why. There in plain view, framed by his dark pants, was his jimmy jump-up* and he was sort of waving it around. I crossed the road.
The troubling part (yes, more troubling than the penis bit) was that he was in his early twenties and looked quite respectable (apart from the...well, penis) and I prefer my flashers lurking and trench-coated.

* John's contribution and yes, there was a debate as to whether or not jump-up requires a hyphen

Second First:
My first drink over lunch, fully sanctioned by my manager. I spent the next four hours trying not to fall asleep on my keyboard.

Third First:

After work I met John and some friends at a pub in Camden. It was one of those nights when every pub you go to is closing in 20 minutes. This went on until about 12 when John remembered the unopened bottle of vodka at home. This set off a thrilling series of events that culminated in 11 people somehow fitting in our 'apartment'. And as per usual, the most happening place was the kitchen.

Fourth First:

We bought an oven. The oven is a huge big deal as for the last 5 months John has been restricted to cooking only what can be fried, boiled, poached or not cooked at all. To celebrate a new era of unrivaled gastronomic delight we bought and heated up a frozen pizza.

That's it for the firsts. Sorry. however, we did go visit Patricia and Wayne in Salisbury. For anyone making it over for the wedding, be forewarned. Salisbury is ridiculously, sickeningly charming. Exactly the way one would imagine a town in England.
Historic cathedral dominating the landscape: check
Lovely river meandering through town: check
Cobbled streets: check
Swans and ducklings: check (seriously)
Their house is also equally as charming. Crooked walls, a door knocker, wooden beams. Whatever. I'll take a cramped apartment with a fine view of Woolworths over charming any day.