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This weekend was going to be a quiet weekend. I’d deliberately kept it free to just relax and not have to worry about doing anything. Turned out to be a rather full one Friday night I went for, what was supposed to be, a quick drink in Quilters with my neighbour. It turned into a 6 pint sesh (bearing in mind we were only there for 3 hours this isn’t bad and if you think 6 pints of lager is a lot, try drinking 6 pints of lemonade in that space of time, it’s not as easy as you might think), most of which was spent talking to some women that Marcus has managed to make friends with that night. I also spent 5 minutes having my hair played with by another girl who was quite obviously off her face on something, but who likes playing with hair (hell, I’m not going to complain). The night was topped off with a kebab in front of the telly. You can’t ask for much more than that

Despite protestations that I was going to stay in bed until gone 10 my body decided that I’d had enough sleep at 7:30 and I finally gave up and got up at 8, headed out to get some food in for the parents (who came for lunch and took away the old mattress, my old office chair and a whole load of boxes - wooo, I have space again!) and join a gym. Yup, you read that last bit correctly. I discovered on Friday night that the LA Fitness Gym (which is quite close to my house) has a pool (ok, its 18 meters long, but its a pool) so I thought I’d go investigate. It may surprise you to learn that I was already a member of a gym, but this was near the ex’s house. My new gym is about a third the size and doesn’t quite have all the facilities my old one did but it’s also a third the price to be a member and doesn’t require an hours journey on the train to get there.

Saturday night I went out with my neighbour again, along with one of his mates and two of his colleagues. We were later joined by some more of his friends, one of the bar tenders from Quilters (who are, incidentally, all very attractive, including one who, if I discover she is single, may need to be invited out to dinner), her cousin and her cousins breasts (these do need mentioning in their own right as they were very large, very nice and very much on display with a combination of pushup bra and low cut top which ensured a steady stream of men trying to talk to her [she didn't speak a word of English] and attracted the gaze of any men within eyeshot). I went clubbing for the first time in god knows how long (since I quit drinking in fact), actually got onto the dance floor, despite the crap music, and spoke to some more women (I seem to be picking up the nickname of Long Haired Guy) and had my hair stroked some more (beginning to think this ‘we don’t like long hair’ rubbish from the online dating sites is a bit of a fallacy).

Given I didn’t get to sleep until 6am and I woke up at 9:30 Sunday was a complete write off which involved me watching Lost (in glorious HD), Hot Fuzz (again, HD ) and going to bed early.

So there you go, two nights out on the lash and the liberal application of about sixty quid had netted me new friends, and has seen me talking to more random women than I’ve managed on both dating sites I use. Got a mate coming up next weekend. Given what my quiet weekend turned into God alone knows what a planned pissup is going to be like