At least that seems to be the flavour of comments I got from a lot of people. Personally I had a great bank-holiday weekend with the bad weather only getting in the way once. So, I’ll tell you about my fantastic time:

Stage one, I left work at 2:30 to go to Canterbury. Visiting Laura. This was very drunken but very good (to put it briefly).
Stage two, Left Canterbury (on Saturday) to go to Brighton to see the Breakin’ Convention. This was awesome, and I don’t use that word lightly. I found myself literally transfixed by dance. Which is even more special for me as it’s something that I rarely get to see. The only frustrating thing about the experience is that I can’t find a way of getting across to other people that weren’t there how mind-numbingly good it was. Got back home pretty damn late (well midnight-ish) and slept.
Woke up at 11 (unusual) and the weather was rubbish. However this did not get in the way of my plans to spend the whole day inside being lazy – which I accomplished with flying colours (or perhaps lying colours :). I did get a lot of reading done though, which is always good.

The only downside of Monday was having to go food shopping. Although I could have driven I still decided to walk there in the rain.
Chilled out for a bit, then decided it was a bit too chilled and put the heating on. Housemates got back from some rather disappointing outdoor gigs, and we all went to see the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie.

The End.

Yes I’m learning tho touch tytpe. As you may be able to tell, I’ve jnt quite mastered it yet./ I was inspired whatn I saw an executie typw on the train doing some work. Very very slow one fingered typing from him. It occured to me that if he learned to type, tehn perhaps he woulsn’t have to work on the train. So I’ve started to learn myslef.

Evne thoiugh it took me much longer than usu;al to type of this semi-jibberish, I shall persevere,

Yesterday, as I was winding down to go to bed, I realised that I couldn’t find my keys. After a quick ‘bloke look’ (check all visible surfaces without moving anything) I still coud not find them. Being not overly worried and quite tired, I gave up and went to bed.
The next morning, this morning, I remembered the lack of keys. I was kind of hoping that someone would be in when I got back home so I carried on as normal. Then, just as I was about to leave I remembered. On the previous day (yesterday) I’d used my penknife scissors to trim my nails, then thrown it, with the attached keys in the general direction of jeans pocket. I’d missed.
Running back upstairs I searched through the pile of clothes where my jeans had been. Sure enough I found my keys. Marveling at the brain and it’s ability to solve problems over time, I left for work.

As you may have noticed, there hasn’t been much blogging here for a while. Don’t be down dear reader, I once read that in the modern age there are two lives, an online one and an offline one. You cannot live both to the full. Simply put, you can read between the lines (ish) and believe that if I’m not online much to post (or any other online type activity) it means I’m doing RL – Real Life ™ – type stuff.