Not much to say, really.

The astute of you will soon notice that there is a distinct lack of pictures and of a trip down into the olde city.

I assure you, I fully intend to do so, but London Underground decided this weekend to close both the Circle and District lines for engineering work, thus creating chaos on the entire network. After dealing with this on Saturday, I decided to forego it in on Sunday in favour of a day at home and just taking it easy.

Saturday wasn't bad though - met up with Alberto from work to watch the Springboks slit their wrists against English in the Rugby (I've never seen a South African as gutted as Alberto was after the final siren) and then went over to join Nick and Dan along with the crew from the Badger for a cocktail night at TGIF, then to the Slug and Lettuce for some Snakebites.

A snakebite, for those unaware, is essentially Fosters, Vodka and something else that makes it turn red. It is singularly unappealing to the palate, but works wonders at getting you shitface drunk in the shortest time imaginable. I honestly hadn't tried one before that night, and after sampling one, doubt I will ever do so again.

That being said, I have been assured of excellent beer this weekend - a trip is planned to Nottingham, and to a pub called the View to Jerusalem. Apparently it is carved out of the side of a mountain, and dates from Crusading times. Nick assures me it is the finest pub in all of England, so it should be worth a look.

Plus, getting out of this grey scab on the earth's surface that is London can't hurt.