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.

#CorporateWhore

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!”.

So gay.

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.