Who the fuck are ya?

Great weekend I had... A piss poor performance against Portsmouth, couldn't believe the lads started singing "going down" when we were three-nil behind. Anyway... went for a quick one at the Vic when Tony and Lee walked in.

Things happen... got royally drunk with them, had a laugh, I'm suffering of serious memory lost (I reckon it's for the best). But I do remember walking back to T's place and then he introduced me to his dad. Errrr. Yeah, great. Good impression I've made I'm sure.

Not much to report, good round of volleyball Sunday night but that's about it... Oh, still haven't slept with him, I think I passed out. Well done me!