Blood worm

A curious weekend.

It started fairly sanely: 4pm beer-o-clock at work, a few drinks in Soho, a Korean BBQ with old school mates...spiraling slowly into beer and spiced garlic shots at the infamous and always best avoided Garlic & Shots on Frith Street. Even so, a fairly average Friday.

Saturday - Valentines Day for some - was cheerily uneventful too; bad hangover tv with my best mate, a trip to Cyberdog (it's moved!) with the credit card and a banter with flatmates.

Sunday, however, was quite frankly odd...

My flatmate was severely hungover after a night out on the town with a stripper who gave him her number last week instead of dancing for him 'because he looked nice' (a box every man should tick before the age of 30, me thinks!) and decided his frogs were starting to starve and he needed more frozen blood worm.

(cough) It's about now I have to point out he once had 6 dwarf frogs up there, and now has 2...not a good pattern for a lawyer.

So...my two flatmates and I set off on an Anica-style hunt for an aquarium both open and selling frog food at 4pm on a Sunday. Clearly this was a bit of a mission and the first shop was unsurprisingly shut, so I rocked out the trusty Android and Googled local aquatic shops. It would seem that there is no shortage of them 'up North' so we rung a few and checked on frog food stock and closing times. As we were doing this (reading out search results and taking it in turns to ring and hassle) I came across the gloriously named 'Fish Guy' who came complete with a mobile number and a nearby address...but sadly didn't pick up the phone. One flatmate was just about done getting directions to a shop with supplies, though, when said Fish Guy (or Barry as he introduced himself as) rung back! It turned out he wasn't actually a shop at all, but was hell bent on giving us as much information about frog food-hunting as possible regardless.

We were in luck, he said, as it's a good area for these shops! (Who knew?!) But - ah ha! - we live in Tottenham Hale, he says, well it just keeps getting better and better! There's a shop on our way home which he's sure will still be open. Oh dear, though.. Sunday, he prattles on aimiably, is a bad a day to hunt for food as shops tend to get fresh stock in on Thursday so Friday is really the winning hunt time.
And so it went on :-)

May he above (or below) bless these Googlable fountains of knowledge willing to be rung on weekends and simply offer advice. Such a change from shop advisors who scowl at you interrupting to ask the way to the show department, don't you think?

Fish Guy: https://secure.192.com/local/WALTHAMSTOW,_LONDON/AQUARIUM/FISH_GUY/XC1BCF716521D44388E023E9FD6176075