As a child we all have that urge to explore . . . to climb that tree up the backyard . . . to go with dad down to the shops to pick up some 'no more gaps' and the bread and milk for mum, just because you can . . .to dig that super deep hole in the sand pit on the off chance that you may find that buried treasure everyone carries on about . . . lifting every big rock or log you can find to see if there is a weird creepy crawly you haven't seen before . . . to peek through the crack in the fence to see what lurks in the neighbours yard and stir up their dog . . .

But for many of us this itch to explore stays with you beyond childhood.

Soon enough what lies in the neighbour's yard and trips down to Bunnings just is not enough, the rest of the world is whispering out you're name, calling you to come and play. The sights, smells and experiences are out there waiting for you . . . . and for some of us lucky ones, we answer to its call.

Welcome to the blog of the Colhoun sisters, two lucky little ladies who have begun their quest for Global Domination.

Follow us to share the sights, smells and sticky situations we will encounter over the next 12 months while traveling the UK & Europe. Laugh with us, cry with us and soak up all that the world has to offer - after all, you only live once!

- Ashley & Hayley

Sunday, 17 April 2011

Kopparberg - You Bloody Rippa


After slaving away serving the needy population of Brentwood all day yesterday, Halz and I ventured down to the High Street on the good old, unreliable and ridiculously expensive 498 to get a few movies.

Let me just say that Saturday night in Brentwood High street is absolutely MANIC . . . . Its like everyone looses their marbles as soon as they enter the street.

People parking in the bus zone to run into the shops, so the bus then has to stop in the middle of the street to let passengers on and off, whilst honking his horn continuously just to express his frustration . . . .

Crazzeee and extremely intoxicated Essex 'ladies' screaming out from the pub on one side of the road to get the attention of the person they know walking on the opposite side . . . . .

Young 'women' wearing practically nothing, when its like 10 degrees outside, and wearing insanely high heels the size of stilts, which you would require a ladder to climb into and trying to maneuver  themselves along the cobblestone footpath, doing something that can only be described as the 'drunken giraffe shuffle' where each step is a cross between a deep lunge, a booty shake and a very subtle death wobble . . . .

Stretch hummers parked in the middle of the road for 30mins, disrupting the whole flow of traffic, just to deliver a bunch of V.I.P guests to the front door of 'The Sugar Hut'.

On that note, please PLEASE google the television show 'The Only Way is Essex' . . . . watch a bit and only then will you truly understand the kinds of people we deal with at work on a daily basis. The Sugar Hut is mentioned on the show alot, and this popular club just happens to be located in our High Street - yay for us  * Note Sarcasm *

So Brentwood High Street on a Saturday night is NOT a place for the sane and of sound mind.

After experiencing this wacky display of local weekend ritual we decided that we, without a doubt, required an alcoholic beverage, or 2, to help us deal with what we had just encountered.

And oh my lord, did we discover a beverage . . . . .

Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls (when you turn 18, of course, this blog does not endorse the consumption of Alcoholic beverages by those under the legal age of 18 years . . . . . unless you stash it in you're bag and go on a 'movie night' at you're mates place, in that case - go for gold buddy!)

We have discovered a beverage so amazing, so refreshing, so DELICIOUS that the minute it hits you're lips the clouds open and a stream of light beams down from the heavens and illuminates you're soul, and for the next 20 minutes all you can hear is a choir of angels singing the theme song for KOPPARBERG'S PREMIUM CIDER . . . . . thats right people - Cider!

They sell it everywhere here in the UK, we even have cider on tap at the bar . . . . but this cider, it shits all over the others.

Koppaberg's Premium Apple, Strawberry & Lime cider is THE MOST amazing thing I have ever tasted . . . . it is so good in fact that I am going to buy a years worth of the stuff, contact the amazing crew at Raitt International Freight and get the glorious liquid shipped back to Coffs Harbour and store it in the garage at home . . . heads up dad, start clearing some space dude, there is some serious cider coming your way!

So I think it would be an accurate assumption to mark today as the birth of our new-found alcoholism, from this point onwards it will not be blood that pumps through our strong Australian veins, it will be the fizzy, fruity awesomeness that is KOPPARBERGS PREMIUM CIDER.

(Please note children: Alcoholism is BAD and we do not support the slow and damaging death caused by the excessive consumption of Alcohol and related products  . . . . however if you happen to get you're hands on some Kopparberg's, go for it champion, and share the love with you're mates too, spread the word!)

Oh and if there are any company representatives from Kopparberg who are currently reading this blog post, please contact my people to organise the payment for my marketing talents, I will expect my cheque in the mail - thanks mate.

On closing statement - KOPPARBERG - YOU BLOODY RIPPA!

And Im off to work . . .
I hate Sundays, freaking Brits and their Sunday Roasts  . . . . They all rock up to stuff their faces with delicious baked dinner goodness. And I mean ALL OF THEM, the whole town comes through our doors at some stage each Sunday.

The worst bit is that they all want the best bits from each kind of roast - Jeeezus people just choose 1 kind, don't come up to the bar to order and tell me that you want the lamb roast, but you also want some crackling on the side, and that you're wife wants the pork roast but with a yorkshire on the side and the kids both want the beef roast, but with stuffing on the side . . . . . . SERIOUSLY PEOPLE, JUST CHOOSE ONE KIND AND DEAL WITH THE TRIMMINGS THAT COME WITH THE BLOODY THING!!!  It takes like 20mins just to put one family's orders through . . . . and then at the end, they all want special drinks - FOR GOD SAKE!!

Oh and If I have to make one more bloody PIMMS I am going to scream and throw the bottle at them! IT TASTES LIKE SHIT ANYWAY

aaaannnnnnyyy way . . . Im out, time to go to work

Catch Ya Later peeps

- Ash xx

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