Brave brave Sir Robin
Last night was quite good fun all things considered. The night started on a very bad note, arriving late to the fox and hounds as I had got in from work late, I found that the landlord wasn't letting anybody else in due to fire restrictions, dastard. Using my skills in the field of "scam" I managed to get him to give me a hint of how to get in, ie. come back at half time, so I did just that, and was rewarded with entry. The match wasn't great, abit boreing if you ask me, but we got the result we needed and don't have to worry about all that play-off rubbish. After the game we went up to queens drive and got some chips for dinner, and ate them outside before wondering up to the bluebell. After our failure to get served there without ID that only Craig and ryan had we moved on again leaving ryan to walk home, now only me, craig and jamie remained, and we could well have given up there and then, but we fought on to the green shop where we got drink and sat outside esquires waiting for people to come out of teen spirit. In the meantime Jamie abandoned us, and we thought all was lost untill we were joined by more comrades from the gig, much fun was had, mystical journies in trollies, eating very hot chili sauce coated chips, and general singing. I wondered home at about 12:30 having hade a good night after all the things that got in the way. Today on the other hand has been very lazy, the england match was the highlight, georgia took a thrashing, and I fell asleep during the post match commentary and woke up to do some homework.
cheers, phil
cheers, phil