Last One Standing

Walking back from my friend C's at nine thirty tonight was strange. For a start it was far too warm to merit my choice of jacket [my new vintage tartan creation that will, I am sure, feature in a future blip]. But more obvious was the lack of hardly anyone else on the street. I would have thought the city would have been plagued by freshers heading to such esteemed establishments as Cav and the like. But no. Just me.

Not even anyone in the local chippy...

Certainly not me. In the past week I have had a chippy, two Chineses, a Nandos and three Weatherspoons meals. The diet starts tomorrow....Well...just let me finish this packet of crisps first.