What was I thinking?
It looks like I posted about what I was thinking...but I didn't post about what we did.
Hot damn that was a good night out. We three kings rolled out into Southampton full mightily, hitting the funky bars 'The Orange Rooms' and Mono, and then, after accidentally bumping into a rather spinky young lady who we knew from high school (who just happened to be out with all her other student nurse friends...), we sallied forth to a little club called Rhino.
Not a Rhino of the Spearmint variety, I might add.
All was good and well, picking up pizza and lush pasties on the way back to Dave's for films and drinks, where James ate three pasties in quick succession and promptly fell asleep.
The rest of the weekend was a melée of internationally acclaimed computer-based fun and frolics, as well as going to see Matrix Revolutions.
Other outcomes from the weekend involved us reaching the conclusion that miniature ponies only exist because they are a cheap way of getting out of the 'Daddy, can I have a pony?' question, and, by way of being too small to ride, their only virtue is that they are easily portable.
Dave seems to think this will be all the socialising we'll get to do before Christmas. He is wrong.
It is his destiny.