There have been no updates for a while; sorry for that. I'm still feeling P'd off at Blogger for deleting my last entry. Needless to say I'm heeding Alex's advice and writing this entry in another programme.
What's happened since last time?
1. I've had a haircut
2. I've played a bit of tennis
3. Arsenal lost to Man Utd
On the tennis side of things Gareth and I had a hit at half seven on Monday morning, in the rain. This was mentioned in a team email that was sent round by Dr Dave who must have seen us / been woken up by us in his house across the road. My ultimate aim is to get an email sent to every member (or a sign put up) just reminding everybody of the 'no play before 8.30' rule, which is another rule I can say I've broken. I don't think there can be many left to break. As it's getting brighter and brighter in the mornings now, hopefully my hitting can get earlier and earlier - if I can find someone who'll play.
More on the Manchester United game next week - once again I'm going to the Emirates with Alex and Carl (cheers for the ticket Al)....
Thursday 30 April 2009
Sunday 26 April 2009
Flirting with power
Just wrote a huge post on last night. Blogger, the piece of shit that it is, deleted the whole thing.
Briefly...
- I was dragged onto the dancefloor last night and danced with the chairman's wife last night (also mother of my ex-fiancee)
- I was commended for this by the Secretary.
This is now probably my worst blog post ever.
Briefly...
- I was dragged onto the dancefloor last night and danced with the chairman's wife last night (also mother of my ex-fiancee)
- I was commended for this by the Secretary.
This is now probably my worst blog post ever.
Saturday 25 April 2009
Another aeroplane dream
I had yet another dream last night concerning an aircraft.... and yet again it crashed! This time however I wasn't flying it, instead I was an engineer involved in its design and construction. The plane was a Soviet Tupolev TU-144 (the Russian Concorde). The dream centred around building the first prototype, which crashed on a busy motorway on its maiden flight.
I know, I'm weird
I know, I'm weird
Friday 24 April 2009
Bets for tomorrow
Another Friday night sat in by myself because everyone else is busy. The only thing I have to blog about is the bets I have on for tomorrow's IPL.
Chennai Super Kings v Kolkata Knight Riders: Matthew Hayden top Chennai batsman
Deccan Chargers v Mumbai Indians: Mumbai to win
I ended up evens today on the Bangalore v Punjab game. Pietersen out for a duck, again. Definitely the most expensive player due to marketing reasons only.
Chennai Super Kings v Kolkata Knight Riders: Matthew Hayden top Chennai batsman
Deccan Chargers v Mumbai Indians: Mumbai to win
I ended up evens today on the Bangalore v Punjab game. Pietersen out for a duck, again. Definitely the most expensive player due to marketing reasons only.
Thursday 23 April 2009
Wretched tennis form
I went for a run this morning before playing tennis with Gareth at 8. We played a set, which I lost 6-3. This continues my run of pretty unimpressive form, which goes like this:
v Loz lost 6-7
v Alex 4-4 (play suspended)
v Gareth lost 3-6
v Gareth lost 3-6
The 4-4 result against Alex is obviously the most impressive considering he is a regular 2nd / 1st team player at Lowlands plus a coach. Needless to say he would have beaten me 6-4 if we'd had time to complete the set.
Regarding the run I mentioned.... I am desperately unfit. I struggled to complete two laps of a very small block. Not good.
To finish off, here is a transcript of a conversation that happened at the tennis club between Tony (the bar manager), Gareth and myself:
Tony: Gareth, have you played tennis tonight?
Gareth: Yes.
Tony: You don't look like you broke a sweat. Look at him! [gestures towards me]
[all those within earshot look at me]
Tony: James... you used to be quite athletic. [pauses, waiting for me to acknowledge this. I give a nod, knowing where this conversation is going] You look TERRIBLE
Cheers Tony.
v Loz lost 6-7
v Alex 4-4 (play suspended)
v Gareth lost 3-6
v Gareth lost 3-6
The 4-4 result against Alex is obviously the most impressive considering he is a regular 2nd / 1st team player at Lowlands plus a coach. Needless to say he would have beaten me 6-4 if we'd had time to complete the set.
Regarding the run I mentioned.... I am desperately unfit. I struggled to complete two laps of a very small block. Not good.
To finish off, here is a transcript of a conversation that happened at the tennis club between Tony (the bar manager), Gareth and myself:
Tony: Gareth, have you played tennis tonight?
Gareth: Yes.
Tony: You don't look like you broke a sweat. Look at him! [gestures towards me]
[all those within earshot look at me]
Tony: James... you used to be quite athletic. [pauses, waiting for me to acknowledge this. I give a nod, knowing where this conversation is going] You look TERRIBLE
Cheers Tony.
Wednesday 22 April 2009
Wasting the sun
I have three days off now and the weather is set to be fantastic. I want to go outside and do something but everyone is at work or up north or revising (God, I hate that last excuse, yuck). I'm struggling to think of what I can do other than go out for a walk, which I will do at some point though obviously I want to do something else.
I've just texted Gareth to see if he fancies playing tennis tonight but I think he'll say no because of the United game.
Help.
I've just texted Gareth to see if he fancies playing tennis tonight but I think he'll say no because of the United game.
Help.
Monday 20 April 2009
Cold Turkey
Since Wednesday's indulgence I haven't been out, spare a cameo appearance I made for an hour late on Thursday after work. I haven't had any alcohol and to be honest I feel a lot better for it. The last few weeks (arguably months, arguably years) have been crazy. I haven't made up my mind whether I'll drink tonight if there's anything going on after I've finished work, but if I do it will definitely be either wine, gin or vodka (see Alex's last blog post about this, LOL) - I'm going to try to stay clear of beer for a bit.
Nothing else to say for the time being.
Nothing else to say for the time being.
Thursday 16 April 2009
Weight + Gambling
Good result for the Gunners last night. Now we might have to play Man Utd four times before the end of the season, definitely three times. It's going to be very stressful.
On a completely different note. A few things lately have made me turn my attention to my weight, which is definitely too much at the moment. I'd made an effort in the last week to change my eating / drinking habits but let myself go yesterday for the football and had a disgustingly unhealthy day. I'm struggling to think of a way of losing this weight without doing something quite drastic for a few weeks (ie cut out drinking altogether). I know that when Alex leaves at the weekend to go back up north there will be an inevitable slump in the amount of people going out, even despite the unbelievable turnout on Monday night where it was standing room only at Lowlands (10+ heads). Therefore if I decided to go on this detox, Al's departure might be a good time to start.
Anyway, enough of that for now as I'm sure there'll be a lot more written about that if I go through with it. The next thing I wanted to mention was gambling. I've got back into it lately, and because I have a fairly disposable income at the moment I've upped the stakes. My bets have been nearly entirely on cricket and many have been in the region of £60 to £100, which is positively huge for me. I've had mixed results so far though I am up at the moment since I turned over this new leaf. My bets have all been based on a lot of reading I've been doing on the internet and on various forums etc etc, though it can be a mighty task sorting the wheat from the chaff on the forums sometimes. Anyhow, with the start of the Indian Premier League this weekend I'm sure I'll be having a fair few punts over the next few weeks. Fingers crossed.
Bye for now.
On a completely different note. A few things lately have made me turn my attention to my weight, which is definitely too much at the moment. I'd made an effort in the last week to change my eating / drinking habits but let myself go yesterday for the football and had a disgustingly unhealthy day. I'm struggling to think of a way of losing this weight without doing something quite drastic for a few weeks (ie cut out drinking altogether). I know that when Alex leaves at the weekend to go back up north there will be an inevitable slump in the amount of people going out, even despite the unbelievable turnout on Monday night where it was standing room only at Lowlands (10+ heads). Therefore if I decided to go on this detox, Al's departure might be a good time to start.
Anyway, enough of that for now as I'm sure there'll be a lot more written about that if I go through with it. The next thing I wanted to mention was gambling. I've got back into it lately, and because I have a fairly disposable income at the moment I've upped the stakes. My bets have been nearly entirely on cricket and many have been in the region of £60 to £100, which is positively huge for me. I've had mixed results so far though I am up at the moment since I turned over this new leaf. My bets have all been based on a lot of reading I've been doing on the internet and on various forums etc etc, though it can be a mighty task sorting the wheat from the chaff on the forums sometimes. Anyhow, with the start of the Indian Premier League this weekend I'm sure I'll be having a fair few punts over the next few weeks. Fingers crossed.
Bye for now.
Wednesday 15 April 2009
Today should be good
Today we're going to the Emirates to see the Arsenal v Villarreal game, and we'll be going to a Gooner pub near the stadium this afternoon to 'soak up the atmosphere'. Alex, Carl and I are the ones actually going to the game whilst Daz, Loz and Gary will stay in the pub and meet us there afterwards.
If all goes to plan it will be a great day and we'll be meeting Porto in the semi!
If all goes to plan it will be a great day and we'll be meeting Porto in the semi!
Tuesday 14 April 2009
Tim Horton
I'm going to start writing a few memories from some of my trips away over the last year. I haven't done any specific posts covering Toronto or Dubai but hopefully I can bring back some of the good times I had. Today's post concerns Toronto, specifically its awful coffee.
Gareth and I found ourselves in frequent need of coffee. This was partly due to the extremely cold temperatures (windchill brought it to about -28 degrees one day) and partly due to our constant tiredness after staying up late. On the afternoon of our first day there we were just returning to the hotel after 'doing' the CN Tower and the waterfront when we ventured into the coffee shop across the road from where we were staying. It was a branch of a chain called Tim Horton, which can (thankfully) only be found in Canada. We were both freezing so marched in there and had a look at their coffee menu. In fact, you could only order 'coffee'. It wasn't like Starbucks where there are a million kinds of coffee available, here it was simply 'coffee' and that was it. So we got a couple of coffees. We asked for no sugar, and were treated to some staggered looks from the staff. They went off and poured the coffee straight out of a jug which had been sat on a shelf at the back of the kitchen. No machines here. They only cost just over a dollar in any case so we didn't care. We were both gagging for some kind of warmth and chugged the coffees down in double time. Thanks a lot Tim, you're a lifesaver.
The next morning we had to get the metro to go and meet Gareth's mate Mike before we went to Niagara. En route to the station we legged it across the road and picked up a couple more of Tim's finest. This time we weren't suffering from frostbite quite as badly and had more time to actually savour the taste. Unfortunately it didn't taste quite so good this time. Gareth was the most vocal with his disapproval but I agreed that it was bad. We'd also noticed that Tim Horton was everywhere. Branches every few hundred yards in Toronto, adverts everywhere - I mean everywhere. TV, radio, billboards, and a sponsor of the Toronto Maple Leafs. Every hockey game we saw had Tim Horton adverts all round the rink. Even the public rink that we had a skate on had free Tim Horton baseball caps to give away. Crazy.
That evening on the way back from Niagara we all needed a coffee so we pulled over at the first available place, which was - you guessed it - a Tim Horton next to the freeway. Gareth ordered his, had one look at it and then asked if I wanted it. I obliged and took a look inside. The coffee was distinctly orange (weird) but I drank it anyway. It was horrible. This was the last Tim Horton we had, and hopefully the last we ever will. When we complained about it to Mike, he couldn't believe it. "Dude, they have a fifteen-minute freshness policy in there" he said and looked at us like we were idiots. We asked him if that meant that the coffee I just drank had been sat on the side for fifteen minutes. I think he then understood the problem.
Needless to say, we were Starbucks-only from then on.
Gareth and I found ourselves in frequent need of coffee. This was partly due to the extremely cold temperatures (windchill brought it to about -28 degrees one day) and partly due to our constant tiredness after staying up late. On the afternoon of our first day there we were just returning to the hotel after 'doing' the CN Tower and the waterfront when we ventured into the coffee shop across the road from where we were staying. It was a branch of a chain called Tim Horton, which can (thankfully) only be found in Canada. We were both freezing so marched in there and had a look at their coffee menu. In fact, you could only order 'coffee'. It wasn't like Starbucks where there are a million kinds of coffee available, here it was simply 'coffee' and that was it. So we got a couple of coffees. We asked for no sugar, and were treated to some staggered looks from the staff. They went off and poured the coffee straight out of a jug which had been sat on a shelf at the back of the kitchen. No machines here. They only cost just over a dollar in any case so we didn't care. We were both gagging for some kind of warmth and chugged the coffees down in double time. Thanks a lot Tim, you're a lifesaver.
The next morning we had to get the metro to go and meet Gareth's mate Mike before we went to Niagara. En route to the station we legged it across the road and picked up a couple more of Tim's finest. This time we weren't suffering from frostbite quite as badly and had more time to actually savour the taste. Unfortunately it didn't taste quite so good this time. Gareth was the most vocal with his disapproval but I agreed that it was bad. We'd also noticed that Tim Horton was everywhere. Branches every few hundred yards in Toronto, adverts everywhere - I mean everywhere. TV, radio, billboards, and a sponsor of the Toronto Maple Leafs. Every hockey game we saw had Tim Horton adverts all round the rink. Even the public rink that we had a skate on had free Tim Horton baseball caps to give away. Crazy.
That evening on the way back from Niagara we all needed a coffee so we pulled over at the first available place, which was - you guessed it - a Tim Horton next to the freeway. Gareth ordered his, had one look at it and then asked if I wanted it. I obliged and took a look inside. The coffee was distinctly orange (weird) but I drank it anyway. It was horrible. This was the last Tim Horton we had, and hopefully the last we ever will. When we complained about it to Mike, he couldn't believe it. "Dude, they have a fifteen-minute freshness policy in there" he said and looked at us like we were idiots. We asked him if that meant that the coffee I just drank had been sat on the side for fifteen minutes. I think he then understood the problem.
Needless to say, we were Starbucks-only from then on.
Monday 13 April 2009
Dream
You might have seen on the Twitter updates that I had another dream the other night about flying World War II aircraft. The first one was a few months ago and I also blogged about that. I have nothing else to write about today so I may as well jot down the details of this other dream.
It begins with me flying a Spitfire, though unlike the first dream this time I'm actually high in the air and flying it proper. However, the outcome is the same because I still crash it although I can't remember any specifics about the crash. All I know is that I'm suddenly up in the sky by myself with no plane, sitting on a cloud, my feet dangling over the edge.
I'm looking down towards the earth, though there is no sign of any actual ground, just plain blue sky. I keep thinking that it looks to be an awful long way down and I'm slightly concerned about falling off. Also some of the debris from my crashed Spitfire is still flying around me, including one of the propellor blades which is circling around like a boomerang. Somewhere around me is a voice commentating on the crash. The speaker is unseen, though I know it to be Willie Walsh (LOL), who is saying "there is still some crash debris up there and if that blade hits that young man then it will be bad news indeed".
Sat up there on the cloud I am waiting for somebody to fly by in another Spitfire and pick me up. All of a sudden Alex materialises out of nowhere and he is just walking along. Unlike me he is walking on bare blue sky. I'm shocked because I'm nervously perched on the cloud and worrying about falling off it, and there is Al just walking along on thin air. He greets me enthusiastically and says that he's crashed his Spitfire too. "How the hell are you walking on that?" I ask him, pointing at the nothingness beneath him. He spreads his arms and shrugs. "Fuck knows!" He then beckons me towards him with his arm. With one last look below me I pick myself up and step off the cloud.
End of dream.
It's worth noting that at no point during the dream was there any feeling or awareness at all of death. It was not a nightmare. Of course, when I woke up and re-lived the dream in my head, the connotation of death is pretty obvious. As to what it really means though is anyones guess!
Thanks for reading.
It begins with me flying a Spitfire, though unlike the first dream this time I'm actually high in the air and flying it proper. However, the outcome is the same because I still crash it although I can't remember any specifics about the crash. All I know is that I'm suddenly up in the sky by myself with no plane, sitting on a cloud, my feet dangling over the edge.
I'm looking down towards the earth, though there is no sign of any actual ground, just plain blue sky. I keep thinking that it looks to be an awful long way down and I'm slightly concerned about falling off. Also some of the debris from my crashed Spitfire is still flying around me, including one of the propellor blades which is circling around like a boomerang. Somewhere around me is a voice commentating on the crash. The speaker is unseen, though I know it to be Willie Walsh (LOL), who is saying "there is still some crash debris up there and if that blade hits that young man then it will be bad news indeed".
Sat up there on the cloud I am waiting for somebody to fly by in another Spitfire and pick me up. All of a sudden Alex materialises out of nowhere and he is just walking along. Unlike me he is walking on bare blue sky. I'm shocked because I'm nervously perched on the cloud and worrying about falling off it, and there is Al just walking along on thin air. He greets me enthusiastically and says that he's crashed his Spitfire too. "How the hell are you walking on that?" I ask him, pointing at the nothingness beneath him. He spreads his arms and shrugs. "Fuck knows!" He then beckons me towards him with his arm. With one last look below me I pick myself up and step off the cloud.
End of dream.
It's worth noting that at no point during the dream was there any feeling or awareness at all of death. It was not a nightmare. Of course, when I woke up and re-lived the dream in my head, the connotation of death is pretty obvious. As to what it really means though is anyones guess!
Thanks for reading.
Sunday 12 April 2009
Blogging can change the world
We've seen in the last few days how powerful blogging can be. The Guido Fawkes blog has been instrumental in forcing the resignation of the PM's former press adviser Damian McBride over a smear campaign against the Conservative MPs.
So I'm asking myself the question; what can I do to make this blog more revolutionary? Making the content a bit more interesting and readable for a start. Maybe I could start by making some political comments about the committee at the tennis club. Once I claim a scalp there then I can move on to Westminster.
That's all for now as I have work shortly.
So I'm asking myself the question; what can I do to make this blog more revolutionary? Making the content a bit more interesting and readable for a start. Maybe I could start by making some political comments about the committee at the tennis club. Once I claim a scalp there then I can move on to Westminster.
That's all for now as I have work shortly.
Saturday 11 April 2009
Disaster
A blog I ALWAYS follow today tipped a 33/1 winner at Kempton, which I missed because I was at work.
Why.........................................................
http://kickingbets.blogspot.com
Why.........................................................
http://kickingbets.blogspot.com
Twitter added
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Friday 10 April 2009
Plans scuppered
I had managed to get tonight and tomorrow evening off work so I could go out with the boys, but it doesn't look like much is happening tonight after all. Tomorrow they're all off to Strawberry Moon in town which isn't my cup of tea. Sunday I'm working. So right now I'm staring down the barrel of three days of nothing, which is awesome beyond description.
Happy Easter
Happy Easter
Tuesday 7 April 2009
Back at work, thank God
So after five consecutive nights out I'm finally back at work and I have to say that I'm actually relieved. A legitimate excuse not to go out tonight! A few of the others are going to that sports bar on Haymarket again to watch the Villareal v Arsenal game. I had another hit with Alex this morning and the poor guy didn't look too up for tonight. I feel sorry for him, I really do.
Having said that, I am a bit annoyed that I won't be able to watch the game. I'll just have to keep track of the text updates on the BBC website at work. However, we're going to the Emirates next week for the second leg (cheers Al!) so hopefully that will make up for it.
I mentioned that I had another hit this morning. Again it was woeful, and I mean properly bad. Neither of us could move properly after the exertions of the last few nights and if the ball wasn't hit directly to me then I just left it. There was an amusing interlude when Alex announced that he had to 'drop his guts'. He went round the back to get into the clubhouse but the cleaners hadn't arrived so nobody had unlocked the door. He came back on court and battled on for a few more minutes but it appeared he was pretty desperate. He mentioned the possibility of taking a dump round the back of the clubhouse, or in the floodlight box (??!!) or even knocking on the Knights' door and asking to use their toilet. In the end, he legged it (I mean properly ran) all the way home to use his own bog and then ran back. Of course, one minute after he left the club the cleaners arrived and unlocked. Hahaha!
BFN.
Having said that, I am a bit annoyed that I won't be able to watch the game. I'll just have to keep track of the text updates on the BBC website at work. However, we're going to the Emirates next week for the second leg (cheers Al!) so hopefully that will make up for it.
I mentioned that I had another hit this morning. Again it was woeful, and I mean properly bad. Neither of us could move properly after the exertions of the last few nights and if the ball wasn't hit directly to me then I just left it. There was an amusing interlude when Alex announced that he had to 'drop his guts'. He went round the back to get into the clubhouse but the cleaners hadn't arrived so nobody had unlocked the door. He came back on court and battled on for a few more minutes but it appeared he was pretty desperate. He mentioned the possibility of taking a dump round the back of the clubhouse, or in the floodlight box (??!!) or even knocking on the Knights' door and asking to use their toilet. In the end, he legged it (I mean properly ran) all the way home to use his own bog and then ran back. Of course, one minute after he left the club the cleaners arrived and unlocked. Hahaha!
BFN.
Monday 6 April 2009
Tennis
Earlier it was another fine morning and I had a hit with Alex. I definitely got off to a slow start (read: I was playing absolutely shite) and couldn't seem to get a ball over the net. There was also a period of about five minutes where every single one of Alex's shots was landing on or near the baseline. I don't even know if he knew about this. I was effing and blinding with literally every stroke because I was pinned back about six feet behind the line.
I got a bit better as time went on but there were still some glaring weaknesses in my game...
- Every time I went for a big shot I screwed it up, often badly. There was one drill we did where I had to attack his weak second serves, which culminated in me hitting four consecutive forehands into the net before demanding to change the drill.
- Misjudging the bounce of the ball! This is a really basic requirement for any tennis player and for some reason I failed miserably at this today. Several times I was faced with a completely unchallenging ball, only to majorly overestimate how high and fast the ball would reach me at and end up struggling to hit it before it bounced twice (or most of the time it actually did bounce twice). This resulted in even more cursing. Al, I don't know if you even noticed that but it was REALLY annoying me!!
There you go, a blog entry with nothing to do with alcohol. Just in case anyone is interested in all that though, we're heading to the club later where Megan will be covering for the much-hailed Lucy, and maybe even to Watford again :-S
Bye for now.
I got a bit better as time went on but there were still some glaring weaknesses in my game...
- Every time I went for a big shot I screwed it up, often badly. There was one drill we did where I had to attack his weak second serves, which culminated in me hitting four consecutive forehands into the net before demanding to change the drill.
- Misjudging the bounce of the ball! This is a really basic requirement for any tennis player and for some reason I failed miserably at this today. Several times I was faced with a completely unchallenging ball, only to majorly overestimate how high and fast the ball would reach me at and end up struggling to hit it before it bounced twice (or most of the time it actually did bounce twice). This resulted in even more cursing. Al, I don't know if you even noticed that but it was REALLY annoying me!!
There you go, a blog entry with nothing to do with alcohol. Just in case anyone is interested in all that though, we're heading to the club later where Megan will be covering for the much-hailed Lucy, and maybe even to Watford again :-S
Bye for now.
Sunday 5 April 2009
Lots of drinking, lots more to come
Alex hasn't disappointed since his return, with two big nights out already. Friday we went to Watford for Lucy H's birthday and yesterday went to her official party. Friday morning I was hungover after my dad's gig at the RE but recovered in the afternoon after some beers with Alex in the sun. I left Watford earlier than the others on Friday because I couldn't be bothered to go to Area, so I was in good condition yesterday before heading to Harrow for the party. Today however I was hungover again but a microwave tikka masala sorted that out and now I'm ready for more action. It's been a banter-filled few days and I'm sure there will be some very entertaining stories appearing on the others' blogs, as there is much to report on. I'm looking forward to reading their entries!
I think I'll be watching the United v Villa game with Alex at the club and I'm unsure what result I want. Obviously United winning would be the best result for Arsenal, but I would love to see United throw the title away after all this crazy hype about them winning five trophies. Also a Villa win would maintain the tiny, tiny chance that Arsenal still have of winning the league - I know, I know, but Wenger still hasn't officially conceded the title so nor will I!
Reading back that first paragraph, these last few days have obviously been hideously unhealthy. What I've written is probably a textbook example of how not to live. Oh well.
Ciao for now.
I think I'll be watching the United v Villa game with Alex at the club and I'm unsure what result I want. Obviously United winning would be the best result for Arsenal, but I would love to see United throw the title away after all this crazy hype about them winning five trophies. Also a Villa win would maintain the tiny, tiny chance that Arsenal still have of winning the league - I know, I know, but Wenger still hasn't officially conceded the title so nor will I!
Reading back that first paragraph, these last few days have obviously been hideously unhealthy. What I've written is probably a textbook example of how not to live. Oh well.
Ciao for now.
Friday 3 April 2009
Acceptable amount to spend on a night out?
What is an acceptable / appropriate amount to spend on a night out?
What do YOU normally spend on a night out?
I had quite a big night at the RE Bar yesterday and it stung my wallet to the tune of £60. I was in a rare good mood and was buying drinks for others (family, the Knights) without expecting anything back. £60 for a Thursday night in the RE is hugely excessive by my standards but what is the norm?
In all probability I'm going to be out the next four nights as well, so maybe I should start looking for a second career if this keeps up.
On a different note, apologies for the lack of blogging. I'm going to be getting back into the swing of it.
Mark Bellew, thank you for your ongoing comments. All feedback is greatly appreciated. I would love to give a decent blow-by-blow account of Dubai but it really wasn't that exciting; without a doubt the most unremarkable holiday I've been on since the dark old days of being forced along to rainy Devon with the folks when I was younger. It wasn't a bad holiday, just not very good for blogging about.
Until next time, adios.
What do YOU normally spend on a night out?
I had quite a big night at the RE Bar yesterday and it stung my wallet to the tune of £60. I was in a rare good mood and was buying drinks for others (family, the Knights) without expecting anything back. £60 for a Thursday night in the RE is hugely excessive by my standards but what is the norm?
In all probability I'm going to be out the next four nights as well, so maybe I should start looking for a second career if this keeps up.
On a different note, apologies for the lack of blogging. I'm going to be getting back into the swing of it.
Mark Bellew, thank you for your ongoing comments. All feedback is greatly appreciated. I would love to give a decent blow-by-blow account of Dubai but it really wasn't that exciting; without a doubt the most unremarkable holiday I've been on since the dark old days of being forced along to rainy Devon with the folks when I was younger. It wasn't a bad holiday, just not very good for blogging about.
Until next time, adios.
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