Posts Tagged ‘march’

weekends & photos

Saturday, February 27th, 2010

Last weekend was spent up in March and Cambridge with the family introducing Tom to the crowd. Sunday in Cambridge was probably the highlight of my weekend coz I managed to snap two awesome photos.

making music

making music

This weekend has so far been spent having work drinks, Googling geeky things and watching Dharma & Greg. Tonight, it’s Nando’s in South Wimbledon.

bank holiday

Tuesday, August 26th, 2008

Being a bank holiday weekend me and Ed decided to venture up to March and visit Belinda et al. I’m not sure if you’d call it regret but after being used as a climbing frame, cricket coach, fencing partner and general play toy I’m pretty sure regret is as good a word as any to describe Ed’s feelings.

no wait…

Sunday, June 29th, 2008

I was reading five books. On the Road by Jack Kerouac, I still haven’t finished Speaking With the Angel as well as the others. I finished One Red Paperclip on my way up to March. Now I’m at three with Slam by Nick Hornby which is actually proving to be a very interesting read!

the muffin man

Monday, March 31st, 2008

Simply walking from work to meet Eddy in Covent Garden sure does pose a lot more to write than one would have ever thought. I found my local supplier of chocolate soy milk… that’s what happens when you wander into the health food and supplements store.
I wandered on and saw a kid with weird pigmentation on his face. I felt bad for him. Then I got closer and it looked like sunburn. Then I got closer and it was obviously from skiing. I hate him.
Wandering on some more and I passed a guy with a small kid who decided, at the very moment that I was passing them, to spit very close to my shoes. What’s wrong with kids (in general)?!

Speaking of which, I went up to March to visit the family. Dominic was keen to do some cooking so we baked muffins (which were actually made out of a cake mix and turned into cupcakes). Highlight of my weekend: insisting to Dominic that I didn’t believe he “couldn’t” crack an egg, showing him the easy way of doing it and being almost as excited as he was when he managed it without dropping ANY egg shell in! It was exciting for me.