Wow, What A Weekend

Wow, what a weekend - am I tired or has someone removed the seratonin from my brain with a Dyson Cortical Extractor?

On Friday, Fran and I met up with my old flatmate Mark (the D.J. Doomsday to my M.C. Hawking) and his charming other half, Rebecca. Would you believe these Price Waterhouse Coopers kids are both fully paid-up ACA members now? Mark being a lad from the North who has recently discovered that mushy peas are not the only fruit, I had to take him to Chinatown's premier Chinese restaurant, Wong Kei's. A fine time was had, as he revealed his plan to move down to That London, soon after I leave the country. Bad timing or sound judement? I leave you, dear reader, to decide.

Saturday, apart from the usual warm and fuzzy delight of a good lie in, friendly coffee and a selection of bagels, was set apart by the jovial hospitality of the Norths. Hitching a lift with Jenny and Jim, Fran and I went to Reading for movies, fine food, good company, the tenuously named red wine, "Goats Do Roam", and a hand or three of bridge.

Though here I am on Sunday night, and though I feel a great weekend has been had, I must confess the only thing I've felt awake enough to do is drink coffee. and set up this website. So I encourage you to have a fine week, and if you get a spare moment, to email me and tell me that it wasn't all in vain.