Cheeseburger in a bun

I would be starting work on wednesday the 20th, so on monday I went into London with Joel to do some skatebaording and see what we could see. I had spotted this interesting looking setup from the bus and so when I met up with Joel we went back to check it out. It sure looked ice from the bus, but cobble stone is not only hard to ride on but also dangerous, thus we were a little limited. We skated this coblestone bank for a while but you really couldn't get enough speed into it, and I ended up hitting it headlong rather than riding up it. Some old guy was yelling at us, asking us where our pads were, but from his dimeaner I would expect that most things in his life are padded, including his walls. I thought he was yelling "Satan!" but when I questioned him on this matter he said, "No no! Safety!" I entertained him a while, but there was no end to him so we eventually skated on to the next spot as his voice trailed off in the background. Joel and I headed down along the tams where all the tourists were flocking, as well as quite a few street performers. I was approached by Mace Windu who asked if he could use my board. I told him he could if he used the force to retrieve it. After telepathically ripping it from my hands he proceeded to push like a Mary and road 5 feet. Apparently all this flying around in hovering vehicals has maimed the Jeti of their primal abilities, which include anything involving a wheel. I accepted his £5 voucher as a peace offering and went on my way. It was starting to rain on and off all day so we ended up doing more walking than we had bargened for. However, as we passed a few headless individuals we saw a small ginger with a skatebaord in his hand. Joel suggested we should ask him where a good skate spot would be, but I shrugged this idea off as the child was wearing Nike Air's. 3 minutes later we found ourselves under a bridge or something, in a concrete skate park, sort of like the burnside skatepark under the freeway in Philidelphia, except more ghetto. The park was good fun and we stayed there well long. After Skateboarding we went for icecream and water before meeting up with Joels mate Steve. The three of us went to an Italian restuarant for supper, not too pricey now. Now I know it was an Italian restaurant with a whole Italian family working there, but I couldn't help but order # 27 Cheeseburger in a bun. I have had many cheesburgers in my day, but never had I the opportunity to order one in a bun. Needless to say it was very good, but it was no cheeseburger. It was a sausage round, much like a breakfast dish. Post cheeseburger in a bun, we parted ways and went home for the night. This was around 7pm and I was heading to a hockey practice from 1015-1215. I had a vitamen and energy drink on the way, as I was quite tuckered out at this point. It helped muchly in time of great need. Many drills and laps were taken, and we even had to dumb down the drill on the "advanced" side of the ice because everyone was screwing it up. It was a little complex, but for the Russians the language barrier would be king, taking into account the difficulty most had with the scribbles of a marker and white board coupled with an understanding of the english language. The next day, tuesday, I took Isaiah ice skating and one my my team mates who works security there let us in for free, the end. Here I am at my new job in a town called High Waycombe. It's a nice town with a new shopping centre and downtownish shopping area, oooooooo. Yeah there are a few things to buy, but I really don't need anything and I find there is always something to buy if you go out and look around, so I might as well wait until I need something before I go looking around. The client I'm working with is a great individual, but for confidentiality purposes I cannot tell you all about that. Just know I am happy with this position. I guess that is it for now as I probably wont have a whole lot to report in the next wee or two. fin