As i’m working nights all weekend I can’t contribute, but i’ll bet next weekend will top all of yours!
Friday night: go to ‘Hobgoblin’ in Brixton for mucho Hoegaarden and catching up with old mates while dancing to quality music with extremley tasty and under dressed young woman
Saturday morning: wake up in spinning room feeling like a desicated, dried prune - drink water, sleep, shower then go out for the best breakfast ever in Covent Garden. Shop for stuff, buy girlfriend present to garantee some hot lovin later.
Saturday night: Out for a meal with girlfriend and her family before heading off to see her brother play with his funk band on Oxford St, general merryment had by all. (cash in on hot lovin bartered for small trinket)
Sunday morning: make everyone breakfast, soak up kudos from grateful diners. Go to cinema with girlfriend before heading out for meal with her parents and grandparents at extremley swanky London eatery before heading to Tower Bridge (briefly taunt Blaine if he is still there) and board the ‘Waverley’ for cruise down the Thames while partying with 400 of girlfriends grandparents actor friends (including John Cleese!), finally retire to bed with smile on face…swell.