The Morning After...

...the night before. Frankly speaking, Wayne and Waynetta jumps to mind.

The infamous Phoenix bar last night at the British embassy, lots of lovely cider was drunk. The decision to go to the Jazz bar was one that came hand in hand with sprinting across main roads to get taxis, endless traffic and wall to wall business at the venue. The music, when it did finally get going, was pretty bloody fine though....even if I did constantly have to ask for the name of the band; a name that I still can't recall.

In Other News
Beat Secondary 4-0 in the footy and the pool season got off to a flyer, as we beat last year's champs 9 - 7. Went right down to the wire. Typical form for me. Won 1, lost 3.....