It is a quite a surreal experience to leave home just as the night falls and to return home a handful of hours later as the sunrises. I had been waiting since 8.30pm for Pav to come and pick me up and watched as the sunset in the distance behind The Cressex Link Road. I did get picked up at 10.30pm and we got into London and more specifically Shoreditch around an hour or so later. After the rest of the gang got some food, we headed to the club, down the road. There was a moderate queue but once Pav explained he was DJing and his CD case (what no vinyl?) we were ushered in straight away. I found my name on the guest list (as Andrew not Teg) and got my concession entry ticket. Div wanted to change her footwear and go to the cash point a few minutes later and we had to buy ‘re-admission’ wristbands at the cost of £1 each. Another little money maker for the club! When we returned it was quite busy and the main room had an Indie slash electronic band from Newcastle – Viva City playing live. They were quite good, judging from the small crowd who were going mad! There were a couple of Asian guys who would not have looked out of place at an Asian wedding with their mesmerising dance moves! Unfortunately I did not get any photographs here and those I did take with my N73 were really poor quality so will not be uploaded to FlickR. However I am sure there will be plenty of stills and motion loaded up onto Facebook very very soon. Had a really good night, the Crescendo room at the back was packed and really buzzing, particularly during Pav’s set from 2am until 3am! The set was very uplifting and apart from perhaps the last fifteen minutes or so I really enjoyed it. However my opinion counts for nothing, the rest of the clubbers were really living off the vibe! I did not actually go into the pool room (strange description) it was next door but came with a heavy smell of chlorine by the door. There was a big mixed crowd, many foreigners including some ladies from the Far East, Europeans (Spanish I think) but you always get a cosmopolitan feel when you go into London. We left around 3.40am and I got through my front door at 4.30am. Updated my Twitter and then went to sleep.

A rather lazy Saturday by my standards. I did not get up until 11am and then just lounged about for most of the day. I watched Click during breakfast and then Football Focus in my room while checking my e-mail. I then thought about washing my car well, well at least giving the interior a clean but opted against it? Why? Well I can give it a proper good clean next weekend :). Instead I cleared my room up, carried out some shredding and organised my gym bag for tomorrow morning. I then went and gave the shower room a much needed clean, before settling down to watch a double helping of Greek.

Hopefully before the weekend is out, I will have caught up with the Stateside pace of the show, while UK viewers will only have seen episode two on BBC3 on Sunday night. I must say the show has grown on me but it is not as outrageously funny as I thought it would be. It is more about the relationships between the main characters. I particularly enjoyed episode fifteen, “Freshman Daze” which flashes back to two years previously when the current presidents of the houses were freshmen. Gives you a chance to understand the journey these characters have been on. I’m finding it difficult to find a personal favourite, sure I like Cappie for his outlandish ways but his heart appears to be in the right place. Then there is Rusty, the hero if you will, of our tale but there is not enough substance. Dale just kills me every moment he is on the screen but he is there as pure comic relief. Calvin? Maybe, but perhaps I will not know my favourite until way into the second season. I am going to watch another couple of episodes tonight (after the results of Britain’s Got Talent) and then a few more tomorrow afternoon.

I stumbled upon Jon Masters blog following a link from Mighty Mouse. He now lives in the States, but moved quite recently. I have been reading several posts from over the past year. I am not sure what the catalyst was for this change in lifestyle (end of a relationship?) but he seems to totally transformed his life. Not just a diet, but every ‘fault’ as he calls it and slowly but surely turn into a new person, under the banner of Brand New Jon. While I confess such a drastic change (even over a sustained period of time) is alien to me, the sentiment is so true. I feel some sympathy as I too am on a similar (if not as dramatic) drive for improvement. Mine starts and ends at the gym really, although of course I am also tweaking with elements around the edges and have been doing so for over a year. I wish him luck but I don’t think he needs it as a very determined and intelligent individual almost at the peak of the mountain. Me on the other hand, I am at the foot of the mountain looking up and can only see a very steep incline. The journey begins tomorrow morning bright and early!