Much the same as every press market bi-annual review ever written since the dawn of time, the weekend was a 'mixed bag', with successes and failures in a number of categories. To save time (and lengthy paragraphs of explanatory drivel), I've broken them down as such. As follows:
SUCCESSES
- Went to Winter Wonderland on Friday night and survived the 'Power Tower,' even if said survival was cheapened by what can only be described as an attack of acute nervous hysteria, resulting in me having to hold Clare's hand
- Came first on the giant slide
- Had a lovely evening with Al and Lucy later on Friday... ate pizza, watched Dylan Moran, listened to James, Tina Turner, Elton John and Tears For Fears
- Came home and watched X Factor with Honksy, Maverick and Katie K, which despite the poor quality of the programming was enjoyable in said auspicious company
- Worked on book
- Won Trivial Pursuit in the Telegraph on Putney Heath (or would have done had game not been cut short by boredom / my wanton over-enthusiasm)
- Supervised extensive household clean-up
- No word from Catfish
FAILURES
- Spent far too much money
- Suspect attack of acute nervous hysteria atop Power Tower made Clare think I'm a weasel
- Ate junk food
- Failed utterly in Christmas-present buying exercise, achieving only 1.5 family members now adequately sorted
- Caught my hand in a door (due to no light in bathroom, still)
- No word from Catfish
No list of trivial or uninteresting songs this weekend, as it's only been just the one. It was 'I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues' by Elton John, if you're interested. Clare has moaned at me all day for singing its chorus 'too loudly and too extensively.'
Your loving friend,
Action Squid
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