Saturday, 3 November 2007
Really very little to say, the days slipping into a deadly weekend routine just now. Each time is pretty much the same; go out Friday to the Art Bar or the DCA, head to the Function Suite afterwards, get drunk, spend a hungover Saturday following the football results as they come in, venture out only to buy some pizza and wine to consume on Saturday night, watching Match of the Day. Still, at least now I can watch it on a big telly. Ho hum.