Tuesday, Tuesday...

Tuesday...

What a non-day. Monday is torturous. Wednesday is hump-day (half-way through the week), Thursday, the weekend approaches, Friday, the weekend is so close, you can almost taste it...
Tuesday is nothing. It's bland-day. Non-day. Un-day...etc...

My Friday night was pleasant, I think. I don't actually remember what I did, but it must have been good.

Saturday was SPECIAL. Got off to a lazy start but it picked up pretty damn quickly. Met up with Mark K and dozens of his family for drinks at the Eagle and Child. It was good to see him again. Also in attendance, were Diarmaid and a couple of his mates, one of whom I've been emailing in a professional capacity who'd I'd not met in person. He interviewed Mark for his place on the Mst course and Diariamid was his Supervisor. Anyway, we (Annie and I) had a drink with them then decided we were hungry so we went to the Duke of Cambridge for a liquid supper. The Perfect Manhattans really are perfect. Practically ambrosial. Several cocktails later, we were making our way to the lovely Phil's place for drinks. We met some interesting people (1 freak though) including a Finn we had trouble shaking off and a very pleasant Canadian with good glasses and tie, with whom I swapped numbers. Anyway, we stayed there for a while (neat rum is not SMOOTH. Oh no...it BURNS), then made our way to The Royal Oak where Annie was meeting up with a friend who was back for Graduation and I was meeting up with Diarmaid. Again. This time, we had the Finn in tow. I chatted to him and Diarmaid and Annie was chatted up by a not unattractive but exceeding dull chap. I introduced the Finn to Diarmaid and mumbled something about needing the loo and went over to say hello to Annie who implored me to stay and not leave her with the freak.

Me: "So, what do you do?"
Him: "I'm a Project Manager."
Me: "Sounds interesting. What does that entail?"
Him: "I manage projects, mate."

That clears that right up, then.

He obviously sussed that Annie wasn't interested (vacuous but perceptive) and wandered off.

Arrival of Phil, Ladyfriend and assorted Green College people, including the freak...who wasn't really a freak just a bit unusual.

We decided that we really did need some food, so we canvassed opinion about where would be open and close by at 10 on a Saturday night, that wasn't a van. The freak suggested a "really good place, just over there...it's called 'Brown's'. It does really good food and it's open..." It was at that point that I cut him short and told him I knew exactly where and what Brown's is and don't be such a stupid fuck. We legged it to The Standard instead. We were starving and he was practically rubbing himself against Annie who was not impressed.

After The Standard, we headed to the Jericho Tavern...

It was 15 Minutes of Fame at The Tavern. DJs turn up and spin tunes (choones) for 15 minutes. It was a good laugh. Annie and I were boogieing away when we noticed a hot little thing dancing away. He looked good. I went over to him to say hullo. Turns out hot boy is training to be vicar. A fucking vicar. His almost as hot friend (who fancied Annie) is also training to be a vicar. We couldn't believe it. They are clearly going to be the hottest vicars in the C of E. I think a conversion is imminent..."no, no...we BOTH need to be naked for my baptism...".

So, was chatting to trainee vicar:

Me: "so, where were you before you came to Oxford?"
Him: "A college in London."
Me: "Oh? Which one?"
Him: "You won't have heard of it."
Me: "Oh, I'm sure I have; what's it called"?
Him: "Imperial College."
Me: "Imperial College?...no, I haven't heard of it."

Imperial fucking College...I ask you...

Such a sweetie! If anyone else had said that, I'd have told them exactly what I thought of them, but Matt the trainee vicar is just too, too sweet.

Currently listening to: Talkin' Bout a Revolution (sic) by Tracy Chapman

CHOONES!!!

Wait...

Have remembered what I did on Friday night. Had supper with Eli and Sam, Martin (who was in town for the night), Barnaby, Corin and Clary. Supper, was, as usual, delicious (I am the king of commas). We ate (Eli is such an amazing cook), drank and chatted. It was good catching up with Martin who I really don't see often enough. In Cambridge, we used to speak to one another almost daily but now that he's in London and I'm in Oxford, we don't speak nearly enough. I see far too much of Millar though...

Now listening to: Whir by Smashing Pumpkins

If anyone is feeling generous and has some spare cash, could they please buy a bottle of Dior Homme for me?