Day 457 – Busy morning

A busy couple of days, in fact. The bar is now installed: fridges and bookcases have been moved, plans have been made for new glasses and new lighting – it’s all looking good and I can’t wait to get the last bits done.

Tonight though, I’m going to chill in front of the fire and watch some football. It’s been almost 72 hours since the last game, and I’ve been missing it. I actually got ahead of myself and thought that yesterday was Saturday (kids not at school, Mrs 6000 not at work) and was hugely disappointed not to be able to watch Denmark beat Wales last night.

Now, I don’t often do this (because it looks very silly when I’m wrong), but I’m going to see if I can predict the Quarter Finalists with any degree of accuracy – just for a laugh (and knowing that I can simply pop back and edit this post to make myself look better if things don’t go as I expect). No screenshots, please.

So, here goes:

Belgium (just, depending on which Portugal team turns up)

Wow… did he just…?!?
Yes. Yes, I did.

Let’s pop back on Wednesday morning and do a post-mortem together.

Day 455 – Bar

Here’s the latest new addition to the house, bought second hand from beyond the Boerewors Curtain and successfully heaved (almost) into place this evening.

OK, let’s start with the disclaimers. Cellphone shot, lighting needs work, bookshelf needs moving, fridge needs moving (we’ve got an old undercounter one for under the counter), and we need better barstools. At least, more than one.

But it’s a good start, and we can sort all those things out. Because on the plus side, this was a big chunk of our plan for the Games Room/Bar, and I can really see it coming together now.

It’ll be great… if we’re ever allowed to have parties again.

Bar Wall

A quick flashback to a bar wall in Paris.

This was in Montmartre. I’ve no idea who the guy in the centre is (or was?), but I do remember that the bar in question was called Le Tire Bouchon – “The Corkscrew”.

This idea of “leaving your mark” when you visit is a very similar one to Ronnie’s Sex Shop (it’s not actually a sex shop) in South Africa’s Karoo. There, you’re encouraged to write on the walls or to leave an item of clothing (ties and bras are the most popular if I remember rightly) (I wasn’t wearing either on our first visit – rookie error).

The result is messy, random, eclectic and completely unique.
It’s also rather engaging. After all, I didn’t take any other photos of bar walls while I was over there.