The Good Stuff *

I really really should keep this stupid bloggy stuff up.

That I haven't mentioned yet that I went along to this last week with my fabby and fantastic new friend really is inexcusable - and great night out it was too! Let's not mention the drunk and incoherent Orient fan we had the misfortune of getting accompanied by at our table when trying to enjoy a romantic pre-match drink, however.

And I should have mentioned my attempt at male bonding with the boy over the weekend, which consisted of him staying in his room with his friends all day Saturday. This did give me the opportunity to go for a walk to Greenwich Park to one of my favourite spots in the world, next to the Observatory and its beautiful views over the city. The walk back home wasn't so good though as I witnessed a young woman having her bag snatched by two blokes on bikes. I did give chase but they were a bit too quick for me. It does raise the question, however, as to what I intended to do with them if I ever did catch up ...

Anyway it was back home and the boy eventually emerged from room, sent friends off and we all settled down to watch this, which, I am ashamed to say, was the first time I've ever seen it. I will say the bleeding obvious and describe it as one of the most amazing films I've ever had the pleasure of viewing - everthing about it was magnificent.

Sunday was spent going a little football crazy as I watched game after game after game. I at least interspersed all this football-watching with many laughs with the boy, which led to some scenes of hysterics as the night wore on.

Then it was on to Monday when I enjoyed a wonderful evening with a beautiful, intelligent, humourous, warm, caring and brilliant woman. We made our way for a quick drink here, a glass of wine here and a lovely dinner here - I'll leave out all the other things we done, though, as she may get a bit shy. Roll on Friday when I take a short train ride to see her again!!

Bye the way, I also must update that "Currently Reading" thing on the left - I've finished three books since that Henning Mankell crap - and more on that on another occasion. Time Traveller's Wife was magnificent and a huge weepy. Drama City by Pelecanos was far from his best but still a classic of the crime genre. Bush Falls by ???? (will have to look that one up) was also brilliant contemporary fiction. Maybe I should dedicate a post to these books ...

* B52s