what a cool weekend.
friday night was brilliant.. met up with kirsty, rachel and all their chums down at battersea park for jazz in the park. yes it rained, yes we hid under a tree, but yes i had a great time. we ended up in the mason's arms, and then back to kirsty's to play 'shithead' - which i still have no idea of the rules or aim of the game.
saturday morning.. and although 9am is far too early to wake.. i don't think i actually got out of my makeshift bed until 11.30, just bumming around chatting and drinking quite an amazing banana milkshake (ta Al :) and then to carlito's or carlucci's or carponi's or something or other (helen mirren's favourite cafe either way) for lunch.. and several coffees. a little shopping and 1 pair of silver shoes later, my hangover was beginning to return. another drink perhaps :)
a quick jaunt to the circle, and ooooooh the sofa's are comfy. some bizzarre sports playing on the cable.. and music.. very pleasant.. yet no hair of the dog.. i thought better of it.. lemonade :)
i departed with rachel left desiring a bikini for her and kirsty's holiday which begins on wednesday, i thought it best to quit whilst ahead.. feeling marginally better. the tube journey home soon resolved that.. i felt like someone had twatted me with a diamond edged shovel. why is it always that when you just want to rest, you have a) so far to travel b) annoying kids infront of you singing 'twinkle twinkle little star' above the noise of the screeching at bank station c) no book to read because you left it in the kitchen of the aforementioned house d) PAIN e) PAIN f) PAIN?
strange world
saturday and sunday were spent in the majority either sleeping or watching crap telly and comedy videos in the company of abbie - which was equally as relaxing. there is a great deal to be said about this 'and on the seventh day, god decided to invite being a lazy arse, and so he was', and there is a great deal to be said about extending that to saturday afternoons too. and it is something that, personally, from a development point of view, is something which i feel i should do more often.
i hereby state, no more working on saturdays (until next week)
more lounging.
more lager (eek.. i've started drinking non-apple based bevvies)
more sleep (woo)
more on
right.. where's my last fiver? i need to buy some ibuprofen
friday night was brilliant.. met up with kirsty, rachel and all their chums down at battersea park for jazz in the park. yes it rained, yes we hid under a tree, but yes i had a great time. we ended up in the mason's arms, and then back to kirsty's to play 'shithead' - which i still have no idea of the rules or aim of the game.
saturday morning.. and although 9am is far too early to wake.. i don't think i actually got out of my makeshift bed until 11.30, just bumming around chatting and drinking quite an amazing banana milkshake (ta Al :) and then to carlito's or carlucci's or carponi's or something or other (helen mirren's favourite cafe either way) for lunch.. and several coffees. a little shopping and 1 pair of silver shoes later, my hangover was beginning to return. another drink perhaps :)
a quick jaunt to the circle, and ooooooh the sofa's are comfy. some bizzarre sports playing on the cable.. and music.. very pleasant.. yet no hair of the dog.. i thought better of it.. lemonade :)
i departed with rachel left desiring a bikini for her and kirsty's holiday which begins on wednesday, i thought it best to quit whilst ahead.. feeling marginally better. the tube journey home soon resolved that.. i felt like someone had twatted me with a diamond edged shovel. why is it always that when you just want to rest, you have a) so far to travel b) annoying kids infront of you singing 'twinkle twinkle little star' above the noise of the screeching at bank station c) no book to read because you left it in the kitchen of the aforementioned house d) PAIN e) PAIN f) PAIN?
strange world
saturday and sunday were spent in the majority either sleeping or watching crap telly and comedy videos in the company of abbie - which was equally as relaxing. there is a great deal to be said about this 'and on the seventh day, god decided to invite being a lazy arse, and so he was', and there is a great deal to be said about extending that to saturday afternoons too. and it is something that, personally, from a development point of view, is something which i feel i should do more often.
i hereby state, no more working on saturdays (until next week)
more lounging.
more lager (eek.. i've started drinking non-apple based bevvies)
more sleep (woo)
more on
right.. where's my last fiver? i need to buy some ibuprofen
