  Alright so the weekend. I know you're all just dying to hear, I mean that's why you come right?
Ok, Friday we were moving offices at work so we all worked hard (well I say 'we', pretty much only Matt and I while the rest of them drank wine and watched us) shifting things around and then decided that we all well and truly deserved a drink (just for being us).
So we went to the Tuns and they'd put tables outside which was nice so we sat in Houghton street and got ourselves very drunk. Usual suspects. Matt, Eleanor, Lynsey and I. Don't know why we decided to drink at warp speed (ok we're alcoholics) but I'd knocked back about seven pints of Stella by about half eight (not counting the two from lunch) and left Lynsey and Eleanor to go back to the Arms. I was absolutely trashed and quite frankly did well to get back home. Got to the Arms and had one pint there and just generally wandered around feeling oddly nihilistic (well so I've been informed, I don't really remember).
And...and here hold the presses...I actually went home before kicking out time (which I also don't remember doing) Saturday was Builder Dave's birthday (he's not actually a builder, he's a plasterer, but Plasterer Dave just isn't quite right) so got to the Arms at 3 for an all dayer. Had a couple in the Arms with David, Builder and Kerry and then we went over to the George to get trashed on cheap drinks (which we did). Headed back to the Arms where the less hard-core of Builder's friends were waiting for him and proceeded to drink.
Natasha turned up pretty late, by which time I was quite drunk anyway and fairly sure that I wasn't all that coherent for the rest of the evening. Sunday was the football...which we shall say no more about save... 'Did that really happen? ' (I mean seriously, I dreamnt those last two minutes right? ) urlLink Email me you spanners! 
