My credit card is now going fuuuuuck off, I hate you!
Tag: I am Canadian
Quotes of the day
You know it’s going to be a good meal when even the vegetables taste like they’re bad for you.
It’s meals like this that make me happy I married you.
My arm, in all of its tattooey goodness
2 sessions, upwards of 11 hours of work. Love it!
Tired Bean
All that walking around in the fresh air during the day makes for a tired bean at night :-)
Well, that’s good service for you…
We phone up the Southern Cross grill, a restaurant that’s next to the hotel. I ask for a chef salad, no tomatoes (allergies) and a dressing that doesn’t contain garlic (allergies). We go to pick up the food, get back to the hotel and find that I’m 0 for 2. My salad has tomatoes and the dressing reeks of garlic. I phone them up to complain and the guy on the phone says, and I quote, “well, what do you want me to do about it” in a completely dismissive and derogatory tone.
How about a refund to start with? Or at the minimum an apology, you fucker?
So yeah. Southern Cross grill, if you read this, you suck.
Lots of pain, lots of gain, not enough sleep
Got woken up at 4:15 this morning by small person still on uk time. Left for Montreal very early to get my tattoo started. First session a smashing success, even though I was in considerable discomfort for a while. EMLA cream works wonders, but only where it is applied. The piece is bigger than I expected so the extremities were not anesthetized. Those were also the FUCKING PAINFUL bits. We had a 4 hour line session until I wimped out and cried for mercy. I’ll probably need a 5 hour shading session next week but I should hopefully be better creamed up and less jetlagged…
Met up with Michel afterwards for beer and sushi. Sadly Tokiwa/Bishoku isn’t there anymore. End of an era. We went to Takara instead, where I had my first proper meal, that wasn’t a sandwich or junk food, since Sunday evening. Mmmmm, sushi.
Back at the hotel now, after 4 hours of pain, 4 hours of bus travel and 4 hours of yawning in Michel’s face (sorry!).
Need sleep now.
Night. Nighttaszzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Random thoughts of a sleep deprived mind
Chocolate milk in Québec is so much better than its British counterpart the UK version should go hide in a corner in shame.
I can’t stop giggling when i run across a brand name I haven’t seen in years, like palmolive soap and Neilson milk.
SQUEAKY CHEESE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jetlag is a bitch
Flight ok, customs ok, baggage claim ok. For all of the aggro we went through yesterday, customs didnt even look at the visa!!! They barely even glanced at the photo page and then potatostamped a ramdom page. Oy vey. Anyway, were here in one piece, if a bit worse off for sleep.
Paperwork, part 2.
After spending an hour last night filling in the forms, we get to the high commission at 7:30 this morning and get in the queue. We were seen bya nice pre-screening gentleman who tells us that handwritten forms are no longer accepted. WTF? luckily, he pointed us to a post office a few doors down that has a nice little racket going where you can fill the forms online and print them there. £6 for 4 pages. Get back in the queue, but it’s still only 7:45 so we’re still on schedule.
Hand in the forms to the immigration staff and they were really good about it. It seems it’s just a formality, albeit an aggravating one. Amusing note, I had to hamdwrite a letter of invitation for Pam. Not technically needed, but they said the more supporting papers the better. After 30 minutes of waiting, we’re called to see a nice lady who first apologizes for yesterday, and says they’ll issue a visa. Apparently, she actually needed one last time she went to Canada but that must’ve fallen through the cracks. Anyway, lesson learned for next time. Now, its just hurry up and wait time. In the end, we left the high commission at 10:15, hailed a cab, checked out of the hotel and we’re now on our way to Heathrow.
I’ve been living on caffeine and nicotine for the past 24 hours. Not the best way to start a holiday, but at least it’ll make for a good story.
Edit: all that faffing for this
And they didn’t even use the picture we had taken!!
Paperwork, part 1.
So. Pam and I checked into a surprisingly acceptable hotel to figure out our game plan. We printed off the visa application forms, went to the bank to get proof of funds, got passport pictures taken and I’ve just been to the high commission in Grosbenor St to figure out where we need to go bright and early tomorrow. Wish us luck!!!
Edit: 8 bloody pages of veeeery detailed information, some of which we don’t have…. Fret! Fret! Fret!