The weekend was mostly spent with my boy and taking advantage of the new pub opening hours, though my drink du jour is a Turbo Shandy which is a bit silly as after about two I feel very drunk indeed. And not helped by my still being on antibiotics (which make my wee so yellow that even after flushing the toilet there remains a lovely yellow residue).

So Friday involved going out drinking in Canary Wharf. And Saturday involved going out drinking in Kensington after seeing Jools Holland. I would fully recommend doing a pub crawl in Kensington, which we did until about 1.00 and then went to a house party. Unfortunately I embarrassingly and promptly lay down on a sofa and fell asleep until being woken up at 4.00 am because a taxi had arrived to take us home.

Perhaps more embarrassingly I watched 'Britain's Next Top Model' for FIVE HOURS yesterday. You can't say I don't put my weekends to good use.

The trip to Belfast with the boyfriend is looming nearer, being just five days away. And I mean, what are the odds? My first trip to Belfast - we're staying for the lengthy time of ONE day - and George Best's funeral is going to happen at the same time in the same city.

I realised I was completely unaware of what was happening on this trip as I didn't know what time we were flying, I didn't know where we were flying from and I didn't know whose wedding reception it was (which is the whole reason we're going in the first place). I now know the answer to the first two which is good enough for me.

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