Friday 4:30 pm, just leaving work, phone rings, screen says ‘dickhead’…don’t answer…I think what a nice start to the weekend. Friday evening relly bash as parents are leaving for italy for the next 3 months, crows entertain me. Watch 2nd half at E's house, E has a really annoying dog that acted like it just drank a galon of red cordial and kept jumping up to my scarfe and biting it and pulling it down semi strangling me, so I took it off and then is started biting the bottom of my jeans and the cuffs on my jacket. E’s reaction to this is ‘stop it nuaghty girl’…surprisingly the dog doesn’t stop and continues to knaw at every piece of my clothing. Fuck I hate dogs. I left there and went to lizard lounge for smiths tribute…lots of indie kids…n was funny and was wearing a jacket that looked like the material that ken’s cumberbun is made from. m said I looked horrified by the band but my horrified look was actually a worried look because I thought there was a chance that n might semi molest me as he did everyone else during his show, but he left me alone. Then to mojo, one hour reign on the foosball table with d, announce our retirement and then w shouts at us “you’re not fucking retiring” so had to play one last game and then got beaten…grayte. Onto shotz eek got stuck talking to a guy who is possibly the most boring person ive ever met. I think he was aware of it as he kept apologizing…I kept wanting to say “its ok just don’t do it again” to save myself from the next boring story, but instead I just said “no no not at all” *my fault* just like giving dickhead my number, once again *my fault*… realised that being nice is time consuming.

Saturday morning get up at 10am to take parents to airport. Left airport at 2pm. 4 hours. Go figure. Once again being nice is time consuming. Bon voyage mum and dad. Saturday night at exeter and supermild, m offends almost every person in sight and yet I find it amusing. Abrupt departure from supermild. It’s a little too cramped in there sometimes.

Sunday poker, I came about 10th, hard to tell exactly as 4 people out in one hand -bye bye tani. Played pretty good (I think)…I got crap cards too. No pair above 9s all night, but hey I like those little ones and my 2’s paid off 30000 woohoo! Best part of the night when d (not tilda) goes all with 7s…he’s in front until the river when a third 7 comes making trips for d but a straight for the other dude. Noone notices and D is declared the winner, he is about to grab the chips and then someone yells “hangon…that’s a straight!!’ aw poor oink oink.