No need to get excited, the thief he kindly spoke

Not a bad weekend, all in all. Friday I went to see franz, who were awesome. Me and quirke had a date with dr marijuana before the gig started, and so we arrived late at the station. I then found out that kate wasn't there, and when phoned her I discovered she didn't know the gig was that day, stupid girl. Thankfully she was at west harrow station so we met up and went to the giggage. I got a few good vids and pics, so its all good. Saturday I played against the vets, and lost 4-3, though we got two short corners at the very end, which we should have scored from at least one of them. The game ended with one of the vets being hit on the forehead with the ball. That night was spent hanging around with richy c matt and patrick. We went to ze crown and treaty for a drink or two. Or six. Or seven. Something around seven. As we're very cheap, most of the drink came from saionsburys, and then liz bought me a pint when I met her at ze pub, so its all good. Unfortunately, poor richard was feeling a bit cold so pat and matt had left. I managed to catch up with them, and we all walked home. Richy c jacked another of my jumpers, as the stupid boy was catching hypothermia or something (fucking pansy). Monday night I went to see the new Harry potter, wasn't too bad, despite the lack of like half the story, but thats true of every movie made about a book, so fuck it. And that was my week.