Tag: Ashton Lane

Weekender

Friday evening. Beer, pizza and the opening game of the World Cup.

Saturday morning, a quick trip into Hamilton in the morning then off to Ashton Lane in the afternoon. Of the two beer gardens we chose the wrong one, completely and utterly chock-a-block. Still, it’s nice to have a cold beer (Budvar) or five whilst enjoying the sun. Tapas for dinner – with a heavenly chorizo and black pudding dish – and then a few more shandies before we headed home.

Throughout the day I had the occasional glass of water, and had applied some suntan lotion before we had gone out so I was neither hungover nor bright pink! Phew.

Sunday has been a day of lethargy, aside from washing the car and the odd spot of tidying up it’s been Formula One and footie all day.

And the best part of the weekend? Tomorrow, cos I’ve got the day off!!

Limbering up

So congratulations to Porto for winning the Champions League. The new Chelsea manager seems like a bit of an odd bloke, so he’ll fit in at Stamford Bridge quite well.

Anyhoo, we were visiting a friend tonight who is recuperating after an operation on her back, there was some talk of the details but thankfully my squeam-o-meter kicked in and disengaged my brain before any of them made it too far. Ick.

Mind you, after four swift bottles of Corona I’m feeling a tad light-headed (christ, what a light-weight I’m becoming) so it’ll be off to bed for me soon.

But not before I mention that I’ll be buying Jordan’s “autobiography” at the weekend. No, not for me, it’s been requested as a birthday present for someone, and no I won’t be borrowing it as I’m not the slightest bit bothered about that “celebrity”. The birthday in question is my brother-in-laws girlfriend’s and will involve a 3pm start in a pub in the West End of Glasgow (somewhere in Ashton Lane). I’ve already written off Sunday.