They say weirdness comes in threes, and I think I experienced that completely yesterday. Very long day started off getting a text message from Shadi whom I’ve not talked to in nearly 2 years. It’s weird because basically she’s the only person I know from Oxford, and I’ve never been to Oxford. Yesterday was the first time I actually ventured to that part of the country, on a site visit to the school I’m helping design. Once they’ve officially announced it I’ll probably talk about it because it’s a pretty cool project. Crazy coincidence, and that’s just getting out of bed, I should have known what the rest of the day would be like.

We’re on the train, and the more observant people around me, i.e Mike in this case points out that he thought he saw Patrick Head (who is the other half that make up the ownership of the Williams F1 team. As it happens to love the Williams F1 team) coming off the train with us. It wouldn’t be unheard of since the Grove factory is all of 5 minutes away. We get into a cab, and as we’re moving away and the guy is on a BMW scooter, with BMW Williams F1 written on it, chasing us down. Too fucking cool. I wish I could have asked grabbed him and said DO NOT LET NICK HEIDFELD GO!!!!! The man is golden.

Anyway the weirdness continued as we decided to meet up with Christos after work for a few drinks, only to bump into Nina, whom I’ve not seen since I was 14 or 15 years old. I of course did not remember her, and to be fair neither did she, but it was just like old school friends meeting up, and those cheesy Beer ads that come up. Dammit I’m living in a commercial.

Then it was time to unleash the grenade. Basically lots of people have got a talent in something. They do something very well, and have a talent at it. I really do honestly believe that. No one’s perfect, but everyone has something special about them that they do better than other people, the real thing is understanding and appreciating what the special thing is. Sometimes it’s apparent, oftentimes it’s hidden. The Grenade has the natural talent that he can pretty much start a conversation with just about ANY woman, or group of women. It’s amazing to watch, and you’d think I was blowing this out of proportion, but it’s unbelivable. Whereas most times you and I would have gotten to hello and then either had a cold shoulder and potentially a slap, he’s got them eating out the palm of his hand, he’s got their names, numbers, post codes and shoe size just in case.

After several random conversations we end up in Soho and go to several places around there, only to eventually bump into Daphne