Twenty's plenty

1. A lovely long lie and a good Saturday morning mooch in the flat - jam based breakfast, the radio and not much else.

2. I head out and spot this girl who is just about to get married. I feel for her a little, not because of the big sign behind her that reads 'sky sports' which isn't everyone's ideal wedding venue welcome, but because just out of shot there is a wasted ned - stoatin on drink or heroin - taking a piss against the Twenty's Plenty sign. That's the problem with city weddings though; what you gain in transport savings you lose in junky ushers.

3. Over to Cookie for a disappointing Smokie before a slightly less disappointing cake in Gusto and Relish. I bump into Douglas on the way and I hear tell of tantrums upstairs. After that Smokie, I feel the same way.

4. Mum is off to France and I drop her at Betty's to start her holidays.

5. Over for a lovely steak dinner, fizz and TdF highlights.