My weekend was rather uneventful – nothing of amazing interest took place…

On Friday I went to the pub with Chris from work for a few well-deserved pints. The evening’s activities were somewhat more refrained than my previous night out with work friends. There were no fights with swans, ducks, or any other animal for that matter. After drinking, I made my way home, cooked burgers in my George Formby Grill, and spent the rest of the evening watching TV, courteous of Channel 4 – remembering to turn off whenever Big Brother came on.

Nothing much happened last night either. Mr. Watkins did manage to make it down to Bath before his night shift, so we met Simon in town. Watkins, who had been sleeping all day, insisted that we visit Nandos so he could have some PeriPeri chicken for breakfast. Not wanting to disappoint, Simon and I agreed.

There was much ribbing towards Simon, a Gooner, on the subject of Terry Henry leaving Arsenal. Watkins, who is not a football fan, came out with the best insults on the situation. I simply suggested that I’ll be getting “HENRY” printed on the back of my Barcelona shirt. Simon believes Tezza’s absence will have absolutely no effect on the team, and confidently predicted that The Gunners will finish 2nd in the league next season. I don’t believe this for one moment, but am posting it now in order to remind him of our conversation next May.

After Nandos, Watkins drove back to Sky HQ (AKA “Hell”) for his nights work, while Simon and I went back to my flat where we watched a bit of TV. I later kicked Simon out of my flat and into the street (in the politest possible way) before going to bed, tired after my long, hardworking day.