Mahinda’s Little World

Monday. Usually quite a busy day for me, but this one was unusually eventful. And free!

First, I wake up, late, and remember that I was meant to be ferrying Martine (Housemate Stuart’s girlfriend) to the airport on my way to work. Got her there, eventually, about 20 minutes later than planned. Turns out that she _just_ caught her flight…admittedly, she did instruct me to take her to the wrong terminal.

So, work. The usual, really. Finish moving to a temporary desk, which I’ll have while our side of the building is being refurbished. Nice to have a change of scenery for a while.

After work, I go and play badminton with some workmates. Only three of us turn up, which means singles. I’d not played for ages, and I was RUBBISH. I mean, really bad - my shots were just not working. Two days on, and it seems as though the exercise has knackered my right arm.

After badminton, it’s straight to the rifle range for some shooting. I shoot one competition (Wirral League) card, and swear mightily at the result. I’ve gone quite a bit downhill of late - reckon I need to put in some serious practice to correct my technique, but I just haven’t got the time at the moment

Leave the rifle range relatively early, as my mate Jenn’s decreed that 5th Ave is the place to be on a Monday night. Head over to Sainsbury’s to pick up some food, go home, have a quick dinner, and catch a bus into town.

I meet Jenn and Kate in Revolution, and we eventually head across to 5th Ave. £3 with flyers, which was nice, and from 70p a bottle! Being the classy bloke that I am, I opt for the Stella Artois which, at £1.20 a pop, was reassuringly expensive

So, we have a bit of a dance to some quality indie cheese. There were some really strange people in there…even stranger than usual, anyway. I get two handshakes from random blokes. No idea why.

Kate had to watch the alcohol and leave early, as she had doctoring to do the next day, so that left Jenn and I alone for a little while, before we head out to meet Mark at the casino on Whitworth Street. How glamourous is that? Not very, if you’ve ever been into the casino concerned.

Jenn signs me in at the casino, and I (in what might not be a clever move) opt for membership. We find Mark pretty quickly, and Jenn gets a round in. It’s not far off 2am now, and we mosey on down to the £2 blackjack table, where Mark and I watch Jenn stack up some winnings. I decide that I may as well join in the fun, so sit down and stick a tenner in. The tenner grows…and grows…and pretty soon I’ve got £35 worth of chips in front of me - result!

Mark, next to me, doesn’t do quite so well, and Jenn calls it quits after it starts going downhill.

At Mark’s recommendation, I do the sensible thing, i.e. cash in, and we head home.

Get home around 4am, flollop onto bed, and fall asleep pretty much instantly.

Turns out that, overall, I made a profit on the day - about £5 in all, once you take bus fares, badminton fees and drinks into account.

Monday night clubbing is great. Fact.