God. I think I need a weekend to recover from my weekend. Saturday I hauled my bottom offline and toodled to Barking on my bike (which is getting a little squeaky, perhaps time for some oil?) — it was a gorgeous day and only took me twenty minutes or so to get there. Arrived, parked my bike, wandered up to the FatShop and was told that as I’d taken the labels off of the jeans I couldn’t return them. Gah. What do I do with a pair of 52" waist jeans?. Left there feeling sad and wandered to 10th planet (or whatever the naff scifi shop is called in Vicarage Field). Wanted to find some plastic comic bags to keep them all lovely an stuff. They don’t have them there, they don’t sell comics (pah!) but they DID have a very VERY bored looking Iam McNeice who appeared to be there for a signing. And no-one else there. Poor thing. Was annoyed about my jeans and so went in search of a comic shop in Chadwell Heath on my bike. Failed to find it but eventually found Romford, which I wandered around for a bit and then went home again... 30 miles on my bike. Yay me. And I only ache a little bit now Collapsed for a bit and chatted to Jon online for a while. Arranged to meet up on Sunday. Dan came over Sunday, failed to get O2 to work as a modem on PAYG, suspecting this is because O2 are rubbish. Grr. Went and took him to the station to meet $woman and then headed off to Kent to meet Jon. Jon was late so missed the connecting train, got back eventually, got confused by a bus driver lying a little and basically spent about half an hour trying to get back to mine from Canary Wharf. Should have fucking walked. Eventually got on a bus that was going the wrong way so after a very scenic detour around the Isle of Dogs we arrived back and chilled. Had chinese, showed both him and Mogs Brick — neither seemed hugely impressed with it. Bah, I reckon it’s great. Earlyish night and then up stupidly early for no good reason. Decided we’d have brekkie out so headed to canary wharf (we walked this time) and slid a huge fryup down me. Jon had a pain au chocolat. Suspect that’s why he’s skinny and I’m fat Put him on a train with little effort then decided to go exploring for comic bags. Had a lovely cinnamon hot chocolate in Neil’s Yard whilst waiting for Forbidden Planet to open and then bought bags and the alternate Buffy Season 8 #2 cover. Immense fun Wandered to Vauxhall too and popped into Chariots to retrieve my bag. Yay. I have a Palm again Am giving up drinking again for a while, don’t want to be wasting my luck-points retrieving electrical goods that are clumsily lost by myself when inebriated... Miles phoned and tried to get me to buy him the dinner I owed him, I managed to escape by informing him that I was cooking and invited him over instead. I’ll buy him dinner next time I see him heh. Mum had sent me a recipe for chicken that I wanted to try, so I bought all the ingredients and then ran back home and got cooking... Preheat oven at 220° Take fresh basil and parsley, chop finely, take 200g of feta cheese, cut into four long strips. Roll feta in herbs, cut strips into 4 chicken breast fillets and then stuff them with the herby feta. Tightly wrap parma ham around them and place on a lightly greased baking tray Pop in oven for 20 mins. Take 200ml of olive oil, warm gently, add 25ml of balsamic vinegar and 8 sun blushed tomatoes and then add a teaspoon of pesto. Stir into a sauce. Cook al dente pasta twirls. When the chicken is done, put it on top of the pasta twirls and then drizzle the sauce on top. Eat with white wine and fine company. Et voila Bed at about 9 or something ridiculous. Was sooo tired. Still, at least I got in on time