Boring day

This day off seems to have slipped by quite quickly even though I've hardly done anything, which is frustrating. Last night it was good to see the Arsenal win, though when we went out afterwards everywhere was dead. We obviously go to the wrong places. Ended up getting home nearly 100% sober after getting the tube back - how I wish the underground ran 24 hours. I know the others feel the same way, in particular Daz, who has said before that he is tempted to write to Boris Johnson about it!

Tonight I don't know what is happening but I'm up for something. I sent a message round on Facebook and texted everyone but only a couple replied. It's annoying when that happens.

Whilst on the subject of going out, lately I've been getting a bit bored of the local circuit. At the tennis club I really resent the latest price increase. Only yesterday was the news dominated by how cheap alcohol is but the club still raises the prices despite everyone paying membership subscriptions. Apparently the club coffers are in pretty good nick as well, which is even more annoying. Then there's the RE Bar. This time last year we all used to head down there every Thursday night and there would be a great turnout week in week out. I'm not quite sure why but it doesn't feel the same in there any more - there's been a refurb and they've got rid of the nice big red sofa. Gareth's also raised the point that the beer in there doesn't seem to be as good as it once was and I think he's right. Moons is always an option but it's a bit of a trek compared to the tennis club and the atmosphere is always going to be lacking in there. And that's about it. The problem is there's nowhere else to go really, unless you're going to make it a 'big one'.

Lawrence has just replied to my text and it's bad news; he's not out tonight. There is good news though; he's up for the Woodman tomorrow. That should be a good night. A pub nearby is closing down and tomorrow is the last night - I'm hoping that they'll be giving stuff away or at least reducing prices. My dad's band is also playing there, as it was the pub that gave them their first break.

So it looks like the lineup for tonight is me and Daz. What will we do. Who knows.

Gambling. My Wigan bet obviously lost yesterday so my kitty is down to £18.90. I can't be bothered to give the detailed breakdown of this challenge any longer as it's getting a bit tedious formatting it every time (cutting and pasting on Blogger results in everything being stuck together in one massive sentence, completely eliminating any formatting).

Long, rambling blog entry comes to an end.