Texas Calculatem and Poker Office Blog

Had a pretty busy weekend and failed to do enough worshipping.

Mad Josie visited from Friday to Sunday. She arrived on Friday evening and I attempted to cook a meatball recipe that The Rottie had recommended. Unfortunately, when keeping them warm in the oven, I set the heat too high and they were very dry. SMT SMT. I'll know better next time. Other than that the flavour was fine.

After dinner we headed off to the Clapham gay bar. The boys were very well behaved and we watched some UFC while practising arm bars on each other. After that we headed off to that skanky place called The Swan in Stockwell. Young Anthony got food poisoning from some uncooked sausages that he acquired from the free BBQ. He therefore had the shits the next day.
On Saturday I showed Mad Josie some online Poker and we did a couple of SNG's at Pacific Poker - home of the fish. She wasn't that impressed by my use of Texas Calculatem. And thought Poker Office 2 was cheating. In the evening we went to an Italian restaurant called Bucci, in Balham, for Elly's birthday. To be honest I thought the food was crap. My Penne Bucci had cold hard pasta, and was totally underwhelming. I rarely enjoy Italian food when I go out, prefering home cooked stuff. I've found that restaurants just serve overpriced, low quality food.

Juice made a brief appearance in the restaurant but I didn't get a chance to speak to him much. He was very drunk and kept learing at the waitresses.

After Bucci's we went to the Swan again. It being a double nighter, I was pretty fed up. Looking around me, I noticed how unappealing everyone else looked, and wondered why I bothered going to such a hole. Mad Josie, however, was having a great time dancing. And insisted that she'd be OK with the crazy hippo from the gay bar. Alas, she did not heed the warnings of blappage and t-bagging that would ensue if she stayed the night at the Clapham gay bar. Knowing that she'd survive alive, if not mentally unscathed, I decided to go home on my own. Got home at 3am and went to bed, only to be woken at 9am by the mad one asking me to pick her up. I couldn't be bothered and gave her directions. While she was walking back I decided to call the hungry hippo to see what had happened. Apparently, the whole bar had given the mad one a good blapping and t-bagging while she was asleep. Oh well. I made her have a shower when she finally got to my flat to clean of the skank.

In the evening I played tennis with my friend Bec Wec and watched Silent Witness. Bec Wec's flatmate, Miss H, made me some home made pizza for dinner. It was great. I'll have to give it a go some day.