I've got some lasses coming round this evening and to my deep joy, my Villa mate sent me some M&S vouchers that he claims he'd never use, so I can satisfy the nibbles and wine from M&S urge (although I will get paid eventually so I feel a bit of a fraud with everykne being so kind). Tomorrow, a house party in Docklands (70s theme) and Sunday, watching the lads whipseven shades of poo out of Charlton.

-- Anonymous, February 09, 2001

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-- Anonymous, February 09, 2001

Sleep. Must be at least 40 hours down and need to bank some. zzzzz

-- Anonymous, February 09, 2001

Ah Softie, my brother introduced me to the concept of 'Sleep debt' at Xmas and I thought he was talking a load of horlicks but I'm gradually being convinced this week! Tonight is a night in watching a film or something.

I have to do a bit of work on Saturday morning then I'll probably watch Northampton play Rugby in the afternoon. Sunday, chilling.......doing nothing then hopefully the footie on telly in the afternoon. Barring snow of course.

-- Anonymous, February 09, 2001

Well, tonight I'll be in Soho at a friend's birthday bash - going on to that dive known as 'The Wag' later on. Tomorrow, I'm meeting wor lass off a plane at Heathrow and Sunday I'm at a rehearsal for a musical up until around 3:30pm when I shall suddenly lose interest for some reason ;-).

Dougal, where are you watching the match?

-- Anonymous, February 09, 2001

Si, I'm going to the game. If you are looking for a place to watch, though, loads of LondonMags will be going to Evergreens in Covent Garden (Drury Lane).

-- Anonymous, February 09, 2001

Me:
Friday - Working till midnight

Saturday - Working till Midnight

Sunday - Working till midnight.

Bloody hell - roll on 15/3

-- Anonymous, February 09, 2001

Out with the lads tonight, see the kids in Northampton tomorrow day, see the missus tomorrow night, footy sunday and missus sunday night...

-- Anonymous, February 09, 2001

Tonight, drinking the Broon in my fridge to calm down after a day spent dealing with my lawyer and idiotic, useless, blood-sucking insurance companies.

Tomorrow, down at RFK by 830am to find out what my duties will be for the upcoming season with the Washington Freedom(women's professional footie league) and also helping them out with the rest of the interviews for other volunteer positions. If I get home in time, I'm out in the evening with some friends to a new bar/pool joint/video/virtaul reality playground.

sunday, roll out of bed, pray there's not a blizzard in London, and then scream at the tv as we do our usual rollover to a cr@p Charlton side. This may become a case of hurling things at the tv if potato chip plays for them.

Sunday evening eat plenty of humble pie with my Broon should the lads prove me wrong. PLEASE DO! :-)

-- Anonymous, February 09, 2001

Start my two week roster of 24hr, 7 days a week call out.

= Light beer........Yuk

-- Anonymous, February 09, 2001

ITK, working 'till midnight isn't a problem. It depends when you start! ;-)

Family dinner ce soir.. in/laws etc. loas of alcohol.
Maybe golf tomorrow am if it isn't pissing down. If it is then, like Softie, I'm catching up on some Zs.
Saturday pm will be chipping mortar of a big pile of bricks .... it's a long tale... :-(
Sunday will be BIG cooked breakfast around 10:30am. Picked up at 12 to head of to Londinium for a festival of football at The Valley. Will get pissed, annoy folk, and get dropped off home late evening with a F***ing BIG SMILE on my face following an historic victory.

HOWAY!

-- Anonymous, February 09, 2001

Geordie - Midday to Midnight - 3x12 hour shifts

-- Anonymous, February 09, 2001

Geordie, argh!

Hope these are relatively new bricks, as it can be a right sod shifting mortar off second-hands. Best tool I found for it was a hatchet which is much more accurate than a hammer and bolster and a lot less fiddly (mind your thumb, though!). With the really clarty old bricks I would hack a channel down the middle of the mortar with one of the points which would leave you with 2 lumps of mortar you could shift with well-aimed whacks with the edge. Rock hammer was also quite good but took more blows for the same effect. Without the channel, though, you just spend 5 minutes producing a shower of tiny fragments before the poxy brick breaks anyway.

Not that I spent 3 weeks cleaning off the thousands of bricks in the garden wall on some big country estate, like. Nor did my cowboy of a boss think it would be a quick job or a "nice little earner, my Son"....obviously :-(

-- Anonymous, February 09, 2001

A severe soaking in an acid bath?! The bricks that is!

-- Anonymous, February 09, 2001

Doing schoolwork this weekend. Tutoring on Saturday morning, feigning interest with her while she shops on Saturday afternoon. A quiet impatient night on Saturday. Up with the birds on sunda morn' deflecting excuses to stay in bed. Trundle doon to the Shabbby to take up me perch with the reminants of saturday night. Spend the rest of sunday replenshing the brownie point bank. Bask in the glow of victory or not.....aah divvent knaa ah jost work 'ere.

-- Anonymous, February 09, 2001

Takin' the piss outa Chelsea..on the Fulham Broadway

-- Anonymous, February 09, 2001

LR,

Is your match on Sky tomorrow morning?

-- Anonymous, February 09, 2001

I'm off in 20 minutes for a well earned rest. Got the whole weekend off, spend all day tomorrow playing with the bairns. Tommorow night will get drunk whilst playing CM with a mate. After MOTD it's the customary night of passion which normally lasts till six or seven in the morning, then it's back home to the wife on Sunday morning. After a good lie in I'll be up in time for a late lunch andf then the big match. Same every week. I'll have to get a life.

-- Anonymous, February 09, 2001