Yesterday, I met up with some of my work mates at the White Bull in Chorley for a few schnifters to celebrate having four whole days off after a hectic trading period, exacerbated by our new license for 24-hour alcohol sales. Not surprisingly, my pool playing ability was inversely proportional to the volume of alcohol consumed. However, my friends were the ones to twice knock a pint from a table, despite having significantly greater capacity for drink than I. I am generally grateful to leave in the evening without having embarrassed myself.
I have put an offer on a house and was accepted so could have a project property very soon. This particular house is a mid-terrace in need of complete renovation. My parents are joining me in this venture for our mutual benefit.
I have just read James Patterson's "London Bridges," in which the villain had the upper hand right up until the very end. The plot was essentially a continual chase after a crook who left no trace behind.
Now, I have started Martin Cruz Smith's "Wolves Eat Dogs." The blurb desribes the story as atmospheric, which the opening chapters have shown it to be, at a cost of a moderately slow start.
The film of "Gorky Park" by the same author was on Channel 5 last night, but I only caught the last half hour.
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Sunday, December 25, 2005
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Saturday Night
Well, we had a minor tour of the local town pubs on Saturday. In this instance, "we" refers to a group of colleagues from work. The evening was enjoyable, all in all, but these places have the music way up and it's difficult to chat.
I was drinking Sambuca with lemonade, which I acquired the taste for in Corfu back in April, though they use Ouzo there, then switched to lager later. I didn't pay much attention to the brand with which I was being served, but most likely it was Fosters Extra Cold. I prefer IPAs or wine to lager, but that was the crowd I was with.
We caught the tail end of an act's set. They played "Enter Sandman" which is one of my favourite metal songs, and "Sanctuary" which is also excellent.
I was drinking Sambuca with lemonade, which I acquired the taste for in Corfu back in April, though they use Ouzo there, then switched to lager later. I didn't pay much attention to the brand with which I was being served, but most likely it was Fosters Extra Cold. I prefer IPAs or wine to lager, but that was the crowd I was with.
We caught the tail end of an act's set. They played "Enter Sandman" which is one of my favourite metal songs, and "Sanctuary" which is also excellent.
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