Weekend

Alright Alright, deadlines and work have been keeping me busy. In fact, I write this from my desk.

Lovely weekend, although I didn't officially manage to leave the office until 8pm last Friday.

Anyhow, Saturday morning Katerina and I went to the Westwood studios in Battersea, in the hope of finding some cheap discounted Vivienne Westwood designed clothing.

What actually happened was this:

We got there on time and found that there was a queue outside. Fine, let's park and then wait.

It was cold.

When then got in the queue and waited like that for an hour as one person came out and they let another in in his/her place.

It was freezing.

We tried our hardest to avoid the freezing cold by playing a series of intellectual word games including:

- trying to name every single chocolate bar we could until one of us repeated something and were thrown out of the competition;

- saying a work each and trying to form a sentence (far more hilarious and silly than it sounds); and

- throwing words at people and seeing what word immediately comes to their mind.

By the end of this is appeared that we weren't really as far progressed down the line as we'd imagined. My feet were feeling numb. I repeat, I was so cold my feet were numb!

And when we finally managed to gain entry, we were greeted by a herd of frantic women who'd somehow climbed over onto the jewelery like little kittens and who left no room to move nor breathe for my friends and I. And not a single item of men's clothing. Not one.

Needless to say, I won't be rushing there again in a hurry. And if i do, I'll be wearing thick socks, four layers and a pair of ear muffs which I'll clearly have to invest in.

Katerina was right; queueing up for warehouse sale, any warehouse sale, in arctic temperatures is no easy feat and clearly a marker of some abnormality we possess.

So, that was that.

And then I went up north to spend the rest of my weekend with the family.

It was my brother's birthday and we had the usual feast of kings, family and friends. And then there were tequila shots, Gin and a giant cookie. It's always great fun when people my own age turn up and we can have a good laugh at our dads who, as the evening progressed, became louder and louder to the point of indi mosh pit, if you catch my drift.

'You email was hilarious' said a cousin of mine.

I'd sent her an email detailing my reasons for choosing wet wipes as this year's must have accessory. Convenient and clean and handy and always so time economic. AND, you always come up smelling of Aloe Vera. If you pull at a club, I told her, it's far easier to go to the toilets at the club and have a quick wipe rather than fanny about (so to speak) in his/her toilet back home.

Anyhow, it amused her.

Other than that we don't really discuss sex; my cousins and I. It's not something that interests me about them. Where they put what with whom, it all seems so little of my business.

Mind you, we don't shy away from using rude words around each other. If only for purposes of humour or repulsion and shock.