Horsey Horsey

Yo yo, well i havent blogged in a while so i thought id fill in what ive been up to.. I think at this stage my arse has just about healed itself from the rather traumatic experience of riding. I thought since i had the jacket it would be rude not to actually attempt to ride a horse, to experience fully the essence of the tweed lifestyle. My friend Margaret works in a stables just beside Hyde Park and has been riding since she was knee-high to a grass hopper, so she invited us to come and have a ride around Hyde Park. So anyway, it was great craic altogether and i even managed to trot, which by the way is sooo much harder than it looks in the films. So apart from that Amro was over for the weekend so it was lovely having him over, hanging out and him meeting my friends over here. We had a bit of a session on friday in the student bar, and then again last night at a friend Chris's housewarming party. We took over an hour to get home and it was a fairly rough awakening this morning when i realised i was supposed to be on the tube on the way to football, but i was infact still in bed. Of course, turnout was low (ie.. mylelf, Mary, Chris and Jim..) so we did the postmortem of the party whilst vaguely kicking the football around, and trying to to antagonise our hangovers, then quickly retreated home to my place for tea (in the Wild Wild West as they call it, cause they think its really far away... its not..!) So there it is.. multiple essays and work to catch up on so better go get on wiv it!