Apropos Nothing...
I decided to go to Cambridge last night. But first, the story of the whole weekend.
Friday night was The Last Friday Of The Month (honest). This entails the whole office going out and drinking really quite a lot on the company budget. pavanne came down especially for it, which was nice.
We had a lazy Saturday morning before heading into Leicester Square for Chinese. Then I had to put her on the train to Cambridge and go back home, doing a spot of shopping en-route.
I'd planned to join some of the guys from work for a game of poker, but as I was going to Rotherhithe station, the strangest thing happened. I got a phone call from dunkyb who convinced me to go up to Cambridge to meet him for a drink. So, I go. I meet the gang outside the Fountain and we make our way to Chez DunkyB's via two more stops and a couple of drinks.
And then, at 1am when I'm almost asleep in a sleeping bag at dunkyb's, I get a goodnight phonecall from pavanne, who was marginally suprised that I was in Cambridge. So she invites me up to Arbury to see her.
Her house is very nice, and she's got a lovely, large room. We spent most of the morning in bed and then headed into town to do shopping and go to the Grafton Centre for Italian lunch and watching "Hero".
Then it was time to catch the train back to Cambridge. And then dinner, and now sleep.
Friday night was The Last Friday Of The Month (honest). This entails the whole office going out and drinking really quite a lot on the company budget. pavanne came down especially for it, which was nice.
We had a lazy Saturday morning before heading into Leicester Square for Chinese. Then I had to put her on the train to Cambridge and go back home, doing a spot of shopping en-route.
I'd planned to join some of the guys from work for a game of poker, but as I was going to Rotherhithe station, the strangest thing happened. I got a phone call from dunkyb who convinced me to go up to Cambridge to meet him for a drink. So, I go. I meet the gang outside the Fountain and we make our way to Chez DunkyB's via two more stops and a couple of drinks.
And then, at 1am when I'm almost asleep in a sleeping bag at dunkyb's, I get a goodnight phonecall from pavanne, who was marginally suprised that I was in Cambridge. So she invites me up to Arbury to see her.
Her house is very nice, and she's got a lovely, large room. We spent most of the morning in bed and then headed into town to do shopping and go to the Grafton Centre for Italian lunch and watching "Hero".
Then it was time to catch the train back to Cambridge. And then dinner, and now sleep.