We went home via the offy, fed Ron beer and had a little Archers & lemonade myself. Watched some telly and went to bed. Smess had arranged a picnic for Sunday...so we got sorted and after a slow morning headed off to Greenwich...me on the bike, Ron with my travelcard. I got lost. Dom and Pete were late. Ron ended up waiting at Cutty Sark for half hour as I found myself. I had packed A&L and 5 cans of beer. And a camera + tripod. Heavy bag. And the lift was broken @ Greenwich foot tunnel. Grr. I got there, knackered. Ron was feeling ill - he had been mixing his drinks a lot - Dom and Pete arrived at quarter to 4 as their train wasn’t running and they had to get a bus. Phoned Smess, no answer. Texted him instead. No answer. Got to the park and lounged about taking photos of random stuff. No sign of Smess and no-one else wanted the beer. Grr. Headed back at 6ish. Got to Limehouse in time to watch Ron chuck up all over a bus stop. “Told you I felt sick” he says... Got to flat and decided to cook Duck for everyone whilst they watched Spider-man. Ducks are bastards to carve. Fuck all meat on ’em an all...They all left and I went to bed. Got to work pretty much on time Monday. Only at 11ish I almost threw up at my desk...went to Boots to see what they’d recommend for it and got a big pink bottle of “Pepto Bismol”. Managed until about 12:30 and had to call it a day again. Fucking hell. Why am I so unfit? I need to be back on my bike. Moped about at home. Adam turned up and we had a chat bout stuff. Watched some telly then went to bed. Slept crappily. Grr