Not this weekend, last weekend.
Saturday involved a birthday BBQ at Chrissie’s gaff in Clapham. At the last few parties, she gets to the stage where she challenges people to a wrestling match, and seeing as she’s rarely victorious, I got her a mexican wrestling mask to help with her stage presence.
(That’s not Chrissie)
So after returning home to find that I’d been locked out, I managed to get 4 hours sleep before getting ready for the FA Community Shield football game at Wembley Stadium. The whole event is sponsored by McDonald’s, meaning I got to have my way with a mountain of banners, perimeter boards, scoreboard ears, the pitch centre spot, and a bunch of other stuff in the FA Room, which by the way for a northerner was extremely posh. The whole project has been in the making for a few months, and seeing it all together at one time did turn me into a gormless speechless muppet for about half an hour.
We also arranged a photobooth that let people make their own football panini cards. Retro moustaches included.
Oh yeah, the game was cool too. It felt nice to be amongst 77,000 northerners.
This weekend involved watching another game of football at the pub, and attending another BBQ hosted by Tom’s gay uncle. *cue sausage/meat puns*. I’ve never been surrounded by so many homosexuals, and I lost count of how many times one of them said “Champagne for everyone!”.
I have no photo evidence to support any of this, so a photo of the new community of miniature people on top of my monitor at work will have to suffice.