Saint Georges

I spent most of last night in the pub with friends and colleagues, just talking arb crap and having [more than] a few pints. The night served a dual purpose: it was my bosses going away party ; and on top of that it was Saint Georges day (rumour has it he slayed a dragon... but aside from that he's also the patron saint of England).

I got out at about 1am (it's all about who you know) and headed home, only to find out that the last 170 bus has been through my stop already, 5 minutes early. That was pretty irritating to day the least.

However, today the sun is out, I'm feeling good, and I'd like to go out and lounge in a park somewhere. Unfortunately I have to be at work later, and that's enough to ruin the whole idea. I might go walk on Wimbledon common though. At least it's close.

It feels damn good to be wearing board shorts again!