Well things that I may want to talk about but cant because you clever readers of blogspirit may put two and two together and make a pretty solid 4 - Im not making that very discrete, so Im guessing some of you lovely, lovely people will work it out.

ANYWAY, that aside I will tell you about last nights excursion into Wimbledon - yes i went out on a Monday night, previously unheard of. Me and a couple of mates went out to the Aussie bar in Wimbledon named the Walkabout. It was a decent enough place and served a strange concoction of lager, cider and i believe cranberry juice which they called the snakebite. For me it tasted a little too much like cherryade. I stuck to the lager it is so simple yet so good. I did venture towards shots at the end of the evening but you know how it is.

That little bit of information does ignore the fact that when I was happily drinking away in the pub the bunch of girlies that had come were not allowed in - it seems to be a curse of mine at the moment, that people i go with cant get into places. But o well at least I was happy

Yeh anyway because we did end up feeling bad, we left the pub and walked around with the girls for a bit, but one of my mates had had a touch too much to drink and so decided to play matchmaker, due to he being with his girlfriend he thought it his duty i suppose. Anyway he was just embarrasing himself really because everyone was laughing at him... The girl he was trying to set me up with was a nice girl but to be honest my head was never gonna be thinking about her anyway. Hmm what do I mean by that I hear you ponder, well if you don't know by now then the chances are your not going to so dont worry about it.

Yeh so we walked around a bit, but were bored quite quickly and then went home - it was a bit of a washout in the end really, I was home before midnight and so I think concludes why we dont go out on a Monday

THE END - well apart from the drunken texting but we can forget about that...