"It's British Summer Time, F**kface"

So, there goes another weekend, another loooong weekend.

We were supposed to be celebrating the life of this bloke, apparently involved in some DIY accident or something, involving a nailgun and some 2 by 4, who was inadvertantly buried alive and awoke to push a giant egg out of a cavemouth so he could escape. Jeez, sounds a bit crazy to me...

Anyways, Friday was a little overcast and then sun and blue skies, and also involved a rather good custom car show (Wheels Day 2005)

Saturday involved a bit of biking and spring cleaning (basically re-organising all the crap in the attic) and Pizza with some friends, though not all at the same time.

Sunday was more biking and a trip to the Comedy Store, London to see Lee Simpson, Andy Smart, Richard Vranch, Jim Sweeney, Neil Mullarkey and Paul Merton (The Comedy Store Players) Andy Smart was late for the start of the show, due to the fact he forgot the clocks went forward, NOT for being at a party full of green smoke. So we were all primed, at the cue of a raised hand, to cry out "It's British Summertime, Fuckface!" Needless to say, once he arrived, this was shouted more than once. The show was hilarious.

There was also dinner at a Mexican restaurant (don't get the juice on your hands, you smell for days) and a trip on the tube involving a man with a giant stuffed Alsatian dog !!


Monday was no bikes but a visit to the "Three Horseshoes" in Bighton, Hampshire (near Alresford) that served a mean baguette, with salad and crisps (chips) and a side order of chips (fries) and a pint of Gale's Mild (dark, 3% ABV and tasting like Theakstons' "Old Peculiar" should before "they" spoilt it) and a trip up Butser Hill.