Sure didn't I buy the Killers lastnight, post-Spectrum, in Tescos! I was all ready to make a very unwise purchasing decision in the form of one of those metre-long packs of Jaffa Cakes (which I wisely avoided in another late-night shopping trip last week). Sadly, although I'd finally worked out an excuse to buy them (for the office), they'd sold out. So I bought Hot Fuss instead. Which follows on from the pattern of doing the same thing with the Razorlight album last week.
It's been a very busy week-or-so. Friday, got drunk in the house, with three hooky DVDs (Welcome to the Jungle is now my favourite film that I'd never heard of. Usually a fleeting accolade, but earned nonetheless), Andy, Mr Scriv and DrAbi. Then Ben II called round just as we were reaching a hiatus (good word) in the drinking. Turns out he'd been clambering all around the house (including the back yard) but wouldn't ring the doorbell for fear of waking us if we were asleep. What a star. Think he was out there for half an hour... Anyway, this kicked off the dhrink again nicely. Even DrAbi stayed up quite late, which is almost unheard of in Aggy.
Much arm-wrestling</random suggestion from DrAbi>, plus a bit of poker with all the 2ps I could muster from the drawer of change, and a very badly played game of charades (drunk = bad at explaining things, amazingly). Then a rant about love life... best not remembered, really. About an hour after herself retired, I switched on the teletext to see what time the following day's rugby was to commence. At which point, Ben noticed it was 5:35 am. Hmmm... Despite slightly fragmented heads all round, and a return to recover eggs and bread from Aggy, he made it to his own sofa...
...and I made it to bed, slept for about 5 hours, and then made plans to meet Hoopah and Gav in the TUP for rugby-related drinks. Good games that day, too. With a hell of a lot of booze. (Abi actually called me a "monster" — then I explained that this was how I structured my weekend back in the 'Fast.)
Hoopah's mate Henry (plus his dad who'd worked for a few months at UTV!) joined us for the England game, and Haze'n'Frase turned up (post-shopping, then Hazel had to depart for the White House shift, after a quick catch-up chat). Fit Sam (apparently the official nickname) also joined the proceedings later, and a pub-crawl took hold. TUP, Pews ("Sorry, lads — private party" ha ha...), KH, Three Tuns. All made an appearance in my memory the next day.
Which was when I made the decision to buy a digibox. And it's a great thing! Although the reception's a bit on the dodgy side sometimes (dropped out a few times on Sunday, after installation, then a bit more permanently since Arrested Development on BBC Four lastnight). But when it's up, it's staggeringly good. A revelation, considering there's no subscription.
Anyway, better get on with this project...</slacking off>
Off to a Thanksgiving dinner tonight in Cheam! Hat's off to them for the invitation :)
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