Friday

The morning after a day spent that hung over is always a rather nice one. Colours are sharper, people in general less eminently murderable, and even my slow-as-molasses computer at work can't make me especially angry. There is a lot to do today, and this week's work looks like stretching well into next week - but it's nice to have a substantial amount to get done. It makes the days go quicker, in any case.

After work, as K is at a gig, Will stops by and we head to Crouch End for a drink. I haven't seen him since the football season ended so it's nice to have someone to chew the whole thing over with. We go to The Queens, but as it's pretty busy and the garden is being refurbished, we start to make a little Crouch End crawl of it and go to the Harringay Arms, a pleasingly old-man-type pub, complete with bench down one wall and copies of the local CAMRA newsletter lying on the tables. They're also showing the Swindon v Charlton League One play-off semi-final, so it's nice to have one eye on something too.

After the Harringay Arms we wander up to the Hope and Anchor to have a couple of cheap pints, nick sausage rolls off their buffet (I can't remember the last time I went there and there wasn't free food) and play bar billiards. Still the only pub I know that has a table, it's nice to play a game you don't get to play often, and I like the way the old fellas jump in with advice as soon as they see two young lads working out how to play it. Tonight, I destroy Will, twice racking up over 1000 points.

Afterwards we sit in the garden talking about the old days and the new days and generally getting involved in a couple of delicious Kronenbourgs. A nice, low-key start to the weekend.