Anyway, Saturday night was The Killers' gig in Shepherd's Bush, so we spent the day doing relatively sober things, like going to Bluewater, which is a mighty place. And it will be revisited in the run-up to Christmas. We got there good and early, so there was time to browse around for (and buy) stuff. And book tickets to see The Grudge (a properly scary film, even with a wee drink before taken into account).
Post-fillum, Nandos was queued up, so we defaulted to La Tasca. "Would you like to sit inside or outside?" Moot point, as both were inside, but I liked the Las Vegas daftness of it.
Speaking of whom, the gig itself was absolutely fantastic. I couldn't stop grinning the next morning, and all because of a band! First time I'd been to a gig since I saw Coldplay in the Ulster Hall several years ago, I think... Blimey...
In contrast to the relative non-hungover-ness of Saturday morning, Sunday morning was the opposite. I woke up early, tried watching France v Australia at 90 degrees to the horizontal, but that didn't work and just made my head hurt a lot more.
Eventually, after attempts to wash/brush up, meself, Neilo and Stretchy went to Greenwich to the market and I got myself equipped with presents for Drabi and one of the sisters. Plus hungover shopping sweets (inc. baklava, just because it was there). Thence to the Tai Won Mein for a fet-knecker dinner. Can't beat the beef in black bean sauce with fried egg noodles, all for �3.40!!<HiThisIsWes>
Actually, it's curtains for Wes! I feel a bit bad for the guy — less than two years, after all. And in favour of JK and Noel, eh...?
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