Friday

Wake up feeling unsurprisingly a little woozy, but rather more tired than hungover. This feels like it'll be a slow-acting punishment, but with a less-than-taxing day off ahead all seems manageable. I mooch over to Tesco to grab some bacon for breakfast and wake Andy up as K earns her Girlfriend of the Year award by sorting us out fried eggs, beans and toast to get the day started properly.

After a couple of hours of Sky Sports News and World's Strongest Man on Bravo, Andy heads off to meet a friend for lunch and K and I make plans to go to Angel. Through the magic of Twitter she has managed to wrangle a free burrito from Mexican takeaway Chilango, so we get the bus as far as Highbury and walk through the park to Upper Street. The heavens open almost as soon as we get off the bus so the walk isn't perfect but the fresh air still feels good.

We stop at Waterstone's where I pick up Dara O'Briain's book Tickling the English which came out in paperback yesterday. I'm sure it'll be a fun read - his sport columns in the Observer are always very funny and clever, and I feel an affinity with the man ever since he once read my football blog and commented "some good ideas in there". I think that might have to be a cover quote on The Book, should it ever happen.

As the rain subsides we get our burritos which are very tasty - but now the hangover has really kicked in and I just fancy heading to bed. As it happens I had planned to get some new trainers today, and as the holes in my trainers soaking my feet are constantly reminding me, they have now become nothing short of necessary. We get the tube from Angel to Oxford Circus and I grab the Nike Air Mogens I had had my eye on from the nearest shoe shop to the tube - and head straight home again.

Back at home I spend some time working on my pitch for The Book and writing what I think is a decent synopsis, market and unique selling points. It's quite tricky putting on paper something I feel I can better describe vocally - as I will in the meeting with The Publisher in two weeks' time - but this is how it must work and I feel instantly more excited about the project in general.

Later on we head over to Crouch End for a couple of drinks with the boys, starting in the Queens and the King's Head but eventually moving the party to Mike's house. We sink cans of Kronenbourg and noisily watch The 40 Year Old Virgin, which is always immensely enjoyable, then shamble home shortly after midnight. It's a strange way to spend a Friday night but then after last night it feels more like a Saturday or Sunday - though I fear that with Andy's big leaving do and Tim arriving from Brighton tomorrow it could end up being a rather boozy, expensive weekend. We shall see.