Hangover city

Yep, sometime late last night I managed to convince myself that last 1/2 litre of Becks was worth it. This morning I was regretting my greed, especially after topping off that last beer with some late-night pizza from Pizza Meter (bloody great pizza though!).

Me and mrs. anglosaxy went out with two friends last night, Rino and Shlotim (their names have been changed to protect their innocence...), to a new bar in Herzliya. The place was called 'Barry': as is often the case with Israeli naming/spelling, the obviously Israeli owners failed to realize that when translated into English, their bar's name would look, well, kinda stoopid. It might have been better to tell that signpainter to go with 'Bar-E'. F**k it, what really matters was the beer was flowing, the music was mostly fairly decent 80's, the waiter was a laugh, and the roast beef sandwich was damned good...we'll be back for more.

Later today I'll be teaching young Chiko more English, so you know what to expect in tomorrow's posting...