Bowled over

*backblip*

It was our department's Christmas party and we decided to go bowling rather than spend money on a meal. I was  quite very bad at it. Vicky and I broke nails, which we put down as a hazard of the sport. Ashwin stomped us all, but Stef was a close second. I was put out that the establishment didn't sell hot drinks. What kind of bowling place is this? You could buy pizza, though.

We ventured to The Whippet in Sicilian Avenue for pizza and fizzy pop. Sheila and I sloped away early as we're knackered and tomorrow's another day at the coalface. We're chipping away at it!