So after all the ridiculous media brinksmanship, today it is announced that Wayne Rooney has signed a new five year contract and will be staying at Man United. How boring. Still, it will be interesting to see how the United fans react to him - I can imagine it being hard to know how to feel. He hasn't made a lot of friends recently.
This evening I head into town to meet K at the Cock. I exit Oxford Circus tube to the now obligatory accompaniment of Orbital's track Satan (seriously, it sounds great when you're weaving through crowds of bovine tourists) and find myself at the busy pub first. I stand outside for a while before K turns up and we catch up on each other's days before heading off again. Lloyd and Ed are at the Cro-bar near Centre Point, so we wander down Oxford Street to meet them. I have a particular loathing for this bar (too small, too loud, too expensive) but unfortunately this antipathy is shared by none of my friends. We have one drink and I moan enough that we soon move on to meet Mike at the Star and Garter in Soho.
We head upstairs and find a few other friends dotted about, so we join them for a pint or two and share stories (mostly about Mike, mostly involving unconscionable drunken ruin) and giggle for a while. It's soon time to move on once more though, so we all walk back up to Oxford Circus and hop on a packed tube towards Holloway Road, where the Big Red lies in wait.
By this point I've had my fill of drink and merriment, but we stick around anyway, talking shit and watching the amusing rock and roll kiddies go by. Eventually I manage to convince K that we should be heading for bed, so we head for the 29 (via the bakery, natch) and trundle on home.
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