Pub and Pub Again…
So we lost to Chelsea, 1-0, I’m not overly confident of making the final. If we do I’ve recently discovered I will be airbourne for all but the last 15 minutes - during which time I will presumably be collecting my bags in the Slovakian capital of Bratislava.
Actually that’ll happen whether we’re in the final or not.
Anyway, I watched the game in Harry’s after a giant subsidised (via voucher) subway thingy. I thought about meeting up with the hockey patrol, but didn’t get a reply to my text in time, so went to bed instead.
Thursday I ended up down the pub with Sarah, Caz & Jess. Initially the plan was to go to the quiz at the old house, but most people were doing other stuff (many were going to pinafore in Sale, which held no interest for me) so we just went and chatted over a few beers & wine in the Met.
Sarah also collected her new Audi on Thursday, how exciting.
Today is Friday. I do not know what I will be doing tonight, but currently I’m getting irritated by a proof I want to finish before I can go home. It’s looking unlikely currently.
Tarra!
