Leafy weekend

Left work early on Friday to get to The Seven Stars, a dinky little pub, over 400 years old, just behind the RCJ. It's one of the few buildings in the area to have survived the Great Fire of London. You can almost taste the history. Or maybe the wine was corked. Worth a visit, if you can get there early. A fresh, summery evening lent itself to perching on the pavement sipping Argentinian Malbec - sweet.
Tiring of the Brideshead Revisited type ting, we repaired to the Blue Anchor off Chancery Lane for a few and then stopped off at El Vino to pick up a couple of bottles before heading home.

Saturday - arose early, sauntered along the Walworth Rd and actually managed to get practical stuff done on the DIY / home interior / shopping front. Hurrah! Scattergun turns a new leaf.

Evening - headed to the Dust Bar on the Clerkenwell Rd for a mate's birthday. The place rapidly became rammed and getting to either the toilets or the bar took about 15 minutes. Generally not recommended despite having a 2am licence. Squeezed out at about one-ish with a bellyful of vodka and headed for the homestead.

Sunday - horrible hangover. The leaf withers on the tree...

Bright spot on the horizon is the upcoming Easter weekend. Not content with Good Friday and Bank Holiday Monday off, I've taken the rest of the following week off too for various birthday-related shenanigans, some high art and low culture and perhaps even a church service.
Although the fact that I'm mostly commemorating the crucifixion and resurrection of Our Lord Jesus Christ with a series of piss-ups is probably not going to endear me to the Creator that much.