Mahinda’s Little World

My birthday’s on Thursday (i.e. tomorrow!), when I’ll reach the grand old age of twenty-eight.

So, adopting the EFAP* mindframe, I went out for a few beers last night. Nothing too strenuous; just a handful of us in Solomon Grundy in the end.

* Excuse For A Piss-up.

Attendees were Housemate Andrew, ex-Housemate Patricia (who gave me my best card so far), Dr.Kate, Cathy V, Alison, Si and Laura. Which was nice. There’ll be more people turning up on Thursday, no doubt, which’ll be the main birthday event for Ross and me. We share a birthday, you see.

It was all rather pleasant - I had four or five glasses of Leffe, and then closing time was reached and we all dispersed.

Before this, I’d dashed home from work and straight to a very hard hour of hockey practice, then straight home to a long hot shower and straight out. My dinner consisted of a hastily torn off piece of olive bread spread with some butter and left over houmous. Not much of a stomach lining, especially considering the exercise, so I managed to get quite tipsy. Leffe and Hoegaarden, in particular, tend to go straight to my head.

Anyway, I walked Laura back to her place, and we had a nice chat over cups of tea.

I’m really chuffed that Laura turned up, as I’d not seen her in ages. And I’m not just saying that because I know she’s bookmarked this blog (I told her last night)! She’s a recently qualified teacher, so can’t usually come out and play on a weeknight, but it’s half term.

Walked back home - 15 minutes of COLD! - and feasted on more olive bread, this time with houmous, HP Sauce, and copious amounts of bacon. Not all at once, mind.

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Within the space of a few hours, people found my blog by (a) asking Jeeves "how can i be a member for 42nd st nightclub manchester"…and then (b) Yahoo searching for "tickling men tickling men tickling men tickling men video".

WHY?

The 42nd Street one I can understand, but "tickling men tickling men tickling men tickling men video"? Why repeat the search query?

Most odd.