Ok, so I had a really great night last night entertaining friends and meeting new ones with the evening ending on a mad dash to the train station to get the guests home. All I can say is that the guard was not a happy chap as I stood there with my foot in the train door whilst the others caught up. Its funny, one always seems to run faster the more alcohol consumed, I love the way everything goes blurry just like the Enterprise going to warp and I do the sounds to match too. Anyway everyone got where they wanted to be in the end, at least I think so. I should offer a taxi service rather like that Badly Drawn Boy guy playing at being a taxi in one of his videos.

Too much wine though and I remember a swift pint with folk who I bumped into on the way home from the station too. A distant memory too of being introduced to a guy who knows his blues. I tried to bluff it, sounding like I was well educated on such music matters but failed miserably. Going to set a task to read up on music with the intention of holding a decent debate the next time.

Despite not feeling terribly energetic today decided to blow away the cobwebs with a spot of kite flying with a friend. Unfortunately I was suffering from a spot of bad lines and so didn’t succeed in getting it up for very long.