C is for "crispy duck"

Introduced full-contact to rugby training on Friday evening. Discovered that my body is weak and my fitness is not as good as I had imagined.

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Leaving-do season continued on Friday night with drinks for the Portugese guy. Went to Wrongs with the usual suspects {Andy and Jen, the French girl, the Irish girl, Shameful and The Girl I See on the Stairs}. Went on to the Apartment, paying far too much on the door for what only turned out to be about 90 minutes of clubbage.

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Sometime on Friday night Andy drunkenly invited a few of the others to dinner at our place, so on Saturday we entertained. I say we; the night actually involved Andy doing all of the cooking and Jen fetching the beer[1]. More brenniven followed [entry] and this prompted the return of drunken twister.

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Had a random conversation with a friend, who tried to convince me that there was a lake within a five minute walk of my house. 'Nonsense,' said I, 'I've been living in this house for 10 months, and in the Concrete Kingdom of Swindon for three years. If there was a lake anywhere round here, I surely would have fallen into it before now.'

Nevertheless, he was adamant, so I set out exploring on Sunday. To my surprise, I found one. Now, to call it a lake is being slightly generous, but the discovery has raised the "Bodies of Water Near to my House" count to 1, so I'm not complaning.

On making the discovery, I spent the afternoon in the park, sitting in the sunshine and reading. It still has a long way to go, but the Concrete Kingdom took a step towards the positive this weekend.

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[1] I'd feel bad for my laziness, but Andy loves doing the cooking, and Jen loves fetching beer :) I did a damn fine job of sitting on the sofa, though.