Well, it might well be a bank holiday today, but this Monday is indistinguishable from almost every other Monday I can remember - the treat of doing some work looms close. This lies in contrast to the previous two days, which have been much more cool than most weekends I can remember. Saturday morning saw me up and about at a ridiculously early time (for me, anyway), thanks in part to the continuation of the 24-watching marathon going on in the lounge, with the Rumble-Box of Doom. I then proceeded along to South Ken, to start a pub crawl that wound it’s way through Hammersmith along the riverside to Putney, got bogged down in Wandsworth (for a few pubs and a gorgeous barmaid), and then lots of mini-rugbyballness along the road to Clapham, with Ant, having failed to get intimate with aforementioned barmaid, deciding to get intimate with a lamp-post instead. After polishing of the ninth and final pint of the evening, I had the worst kebab I’ve ever had, and can’t really account for all of the one hour forty between time being called and catching the train (since the kebab shop was across the road from the pub, and crossing back leads to the station entrance). Rumbling down the train tracks led to Crawley, where I once again borrowed Burly’s sofa-bed.

Sunday started with another of Burly’s fry-ups, and then it was off to watch England vs The Barbarians at Twickenham, for free (sweet); the first time I’ve watched a proper rugby match, and a good one to see with 85 points between them and the Baa-baas coming out on top. The England try scored from the penalty bouncing off the posts (after being boo’d be the entire crowd for kicking a penalty awarded just four metres out) came second only to the three match officials all being Scottish - and all wearing Scotland tops while they were reffing. Hee Hee. After four pints in the second half, and another at a rather packed pub beside the station, it was off to Putney again, this time for a barbeque, some more beer, and another DramSoc-inspired gathering. We all really do appreciate ‘the other half’ (which to non-techies out there, has nothing to do with gender), what with them singing in the kitchen whilst we supped margaritas and played console games in the lounge. A good weekend - I wish there were more like it.