At least the sun came out

A shite weekend sports wise with England, Lewis and City all being the big losers. The party I attended to watch the rugby was at least a raucous and drunken affair, and made up, to some degree, for the lack of success by our local football and international Rugby team. After the match we listened to some tunes and had a failed attempt to download ‘In Rainbows’, I still haven’t heard it. But we did listen to some decent Adrian Sherwood stuff and chilled out ‘til late.
I felt bad on Sunday, I probably shouldn’t drink like that. I was also having feelings of doubt about Lewis’s F1 championship title race. It turned out my paranoia was proven right as only moments after the start it was basically all over for Lewis, and a few laps later a technical gremlin meant that his championship hopes were over. So not wanting to watch yet more disappointing sport I turned it off and watched Simpson’s repeats and ate some food, which was something I hadn’t really done since Friday.