Handful of various thoughts

I was on my way to work the other day. It was Monday, early in the morning and raining and the world seemed a bit gloomy. You probably know the feeling after having a nice weekend to be back to the office. I ran into one of my colleagues in the elevator. So, I asked him how he’s doing. I expected the usual ‘I’m OK’, or the ‘not that bad’ vague reply or a general ‘Monday’ comment. The reply I got was ‘fantastic, you?’! I was so surprised. So, since I am a bit cynical I asked him on what drug he’s on? His reply was: ‘the treasury drug’ (he’s part of the treasury team)! He made me laugh…

So, yes, I had a really nice weekend. After a month of constant miserable weather, it was sunny in London. So, we took the train with JJ and we went to Hampstead, which is a very nice area in North London. We had brunch near the high street and then spent around 2 hours walking around Hampstead Heath which is a vast green area nearby. We tried to run into George Michael but with no luck. We even went to one of the toilets there. For those of you who don’t know, Hampstead Heath is the notorious cruising area where George was arrested for indecent exposure (among other things) to an undercover cop in the toilets. Ignoring that, the area is very nice. There are ponds where (other) people go swimming, the Parliament Hill with extraordinary city views and hiking tracks to walk, jog or cycle. I highly recommend it on a sunny day.

Jumping to a naughtier issue, have you heard the term ‘dizzy sex’? Apparently you have it when one (or more) of the participants hit his head, most likely during foreplay, and feels slightly dizzy but doesn’t want to stop. I should warn you though not to start bagging your head around and be careful not to get a concussion. We were explaining to a friend an ‘accident’ we had and he was like: ‘Oh, you just had dizzy sex’! We were like: ‘what?’!


So, I'm leaving you with Tom Daley, the diving team GB and 'Sexy and I know it' . Have a nice weekend