The calm before the storm:

okay, so this has been an even slower news week.

Josh came up to visit over the weekend, notionally for a Vegas that unfortunately went the way of an apathetic dodo. Instead we began by pre-lubricating ourselves (in a social sense) with mucho beer and then patronised Annabel's birthday bash at the Human Be-In. It was an excellent night, if somewhat blurry. I cornered Annabel and talked at her about writing websites (in both senses) and have now resolved to at least look into creating one of my own; marvelled once again at the smallness of her phone and later retired to a booth to have booze ferried my way by obliging friends.

The next day, a planned pub crawl from the Shore up to the centre of town was very nearly dead before it even began. Eventually, feeling extraordinarily averse to alcohol, I caught up with Jeff and Josh in the Wash. I forced a few down to keep up and was eternally grateful when the appointed hour for dinner rolled around. Ash joined us at the old flat for some hybrid lasagne (mmm hybrid lasagne) and we all headed very slowly back to the Wash for a few more. Jeff and Josh gamely headed off to a party twice removed and I was very, very glad to be able to call it a night.

[Next time the RF should be coming at you from the other side of the world. Return to Oz is go.]