I managed to get some of the weekend instalment written before I went out on the razzle with Harry yesterday but I didn’t post the bastard thing to myself at work, subsequently the other of half of the weekend will be right here tomorrow.

I’d like to point out that I didn’t mean to go out and wind up drinking. I was already feeling delicate from Saturday, it was all worth it though.

At midday yesterday I woke up and ate half of the burger I’d made on Friday, I was probably chewing with my mouth open with my eyes virtually closed cradling my head in the other hand. After some writing and the washing of Saturday’s clothes (what was all mucky) I watched the Grand Prix, which was used as an aid to recovery before crawling out the flat and hitting the sunshine.

It took me a few minutes to get over how warm it was, being the clever fellow I am I’m rather adept at keeping my place cool using blind and open window combos that block direct light and ensure subsequent convection sucks the heat away from my fucking balls, so walking out into the heat of the afternoon was a little surprising.

At 4-ish, following a sodden bus and tube ride, I met up with Harry and we managed to find a spot on the roof terrace of a pub–this was probably our undoing. It was such a lovely spot with a splendid view over Clapham Common that to leave it would’ve been akin to plopping on the Jesus child.

Harry and I began to converse about everything and as the beer flowed the minutiae of life was probed and dissected with enthusiasm reserved only for those in our quite magnificent predicament. Presently our table became occupied with strangers and, subsequently, conversations were struck up providing an excuse to continue for longer than intended. I reasoned that because it was a Sunday, and that I usually don’t drink on the day of the cunting Sabbath, then it was my duty to imbibe. Before I left for home I wound up drinking a vodka expresso or something, I have to confess to feeling a bit muddled.

I do recall that when I arrived back I ate a crumpet. This I know to be true.