Immediately after speaking with him Mr Jones was on the phone trying to get me to go for a pint with him at lunch. I hadn't seen Jones for ages so I rang Duncan and we postponed our meeting to 2.30pm and Chris and I went down to the Griffin for a copule of Kronenbergs. Chris pointed out that he was positive that the barmaid in the Griffin had the hots for me. I doubt it, but it's nice to dream.

Chris and I generally had a laugh and discussed some stuff for the future which could be a complete hoot if it happens...no more info will be disclosed though!

So I jumped on a tram in Altrincham and zipped into the City where I met up with Duncan. We wolfed down a few beers in The Rain Bar before deciding we were going to go to The Peveril for a game of table footy....sadly the Peveril doesn't open all day so we were in trouble. I decided that we should go to this pub in China Town. I'd seen it advertised in the Metro a few months earlier but had never been. I'm afraid I have no idea what it's called but it's pretty close to the famous chinese gate thingy.

By the time we'd arrived in this pub I was well on the way to being absolutely battered. Those that have drunk heavily with me in the past will no doubt remember that I succumb to fits of demon hickups in these situations...and I did! It was most embarassing. I eventually managed to drink my way through the hiccups and into a state of oblivion.

We decided it was time to depart the pub and I stumbled onto a tram...the wrong tram as it happens! I always manage to do that when I'm drunk. So I got off the wrong tram and jumped on the correct tram and eventually made my way home. Emma was busy preparing a lovely dinner of salmon and potato salad, which was absolutely delicious. Following dinner, "Bond, James Bond" came on the telly. Does life get any better than this I ask you? Anyway, fell asleep half way through Bond which is tantamount to sacrilege, and then Emma woke me and shuffled me off to bed.