Sunday, December 21
Bow Down, Mere Mortals
Can you go to the pub with £20, drink 5 pints and return home with £36? I can. Therefore I am great, and you are not.
Basically, Mace and Garby told me about watching the football at the pub this afternoon, so I went down there with them. Took just £20 with me, because my finances are. erm, in a mess. Anyway, there was a load of guys who Mace and Garby play football with there, and we ended up sat around with them. The issue of first goalscorer, and it was quids in for that. The first goalscorer was someone who none of us had money on, so the kitty rolled over. Then this other guy won that after Van Nistelrooy scored. So, we decided to bet on the next goalscorer, and also on the full-time score.
Who won both of those? That would be me. I'm fucking great. And with slightly more fluid finances than before.
In other news, I'm off to (finally) see Return Of The King tomorrow. I can't fucking wait for that, especially as I haven't read the books yet, so I don't know what's going to happen. [mental note: add to (ever-expanding) reading list] Me and my sister sat through Fellowship this evening on Sky, and I've seen Two Towers loads of times since September, so I reckon I'm fully prepped for seeing it. My Mum's off to wander round the shops while me and my sister watch the film (I don't have a car right now, so she's driving). Good luck to her in killing 4+ hours!
Don't forget, I'm a very boring person.
