It's like Weekend at Bernie's, without the dead guy

Friday was my birthday, and I've spent the best part of the weekend celebrating. Friday night I went out with work people and on Saturday I invited the Alumni {Big Ron, Coops, and Wes} to visit me. Had a really good weekend and managed to escape it without (a). a hangover, and (b). that nagging feeling that whilst drunk I had either done something unforgivingly embarrassing or offended someone by saying something stupid or both.

I'm counting that as a success.

Things I've learned this weekend:

1. Everyone loves mini doughnuts.
2. Work doesn't care about your desire to get out of the office early. Work doesn't believe in the four o'clock dash.
3. I need to be more careful giving people nicknames that will offend them. I came dangerously close to calling Chris 'Bandcamp'[3] to his face, and I'm guessing he wouldn't appreciate that.
4. I should never go to (Gag) Reflex again. It's just not worth it.
5. Whilst lacking in atmosphere, The Wheatsheaf is a pretty good place to watch the football.
6. David Beckham is still an idiot.
7. I have lost all faith in Sven.
8. Picklejohns on Wood St. serve a great curry.
9. The Pipers Arms used to be a gay bar.
10. Whilst using nunchaku when drunk is probably not a good idea, other drunk people think it's cool.
11. 50% of people would rather have a leg cut off than an arm.
12. On a Sunday morning after a heavy weekend, the fry-up[4] is close to being the greatest thing on Earth.

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[3] Named for his tendancy to start every story with, 'There was this one time, at Giffords . . .'
[4] Technically, it was a grill-up, but it was still damned good.