Knowing Me, Knowing You, Ahhh!

Friday came round at last after an excruciatingly slow week and another member of staff was leaving. It's surprising we haven't started taking bets as to who's next.

As soon as the clock struck four, we hit the pub. I haven't been in the Errigle for some years and I have to say it's just not my kind of place. I can't quite put my finger on it but there's just no appeal and the atmosphere is completely lacking, as mundane as the decor.

The Guinness was good though and that's all that mattered on Friday afternoon as we gathered, mourned and celebrated before heading back to the leaver's house for food and drink.

It was a nice soiree and I was knocking back bottles of Stella and shooting the breeze over falafals and dip and wondering aloud to the group what those question mark spouts are on the top of old houses - answers on a postcard please.

After it got cold and darker we made our way inside for a main course of various kinds and I rather enjoyed a spinach pie and spicy vegetables.

A few hours later there was only me and five girls left and someone put Abba on the stereo which was my queue to leave. It's the metaphorical musical equivelent to wathcing Dirty Dancing and that was too much for any man.

Trust you all had a great weekend and come back tomorrow for the rest of the weekend round-up.