Brief update, dance show, desk building

Not a lot happened this weekend. I lost the Grand National a gazillion times, built a desk, saw a dance show at the Charter Theatre involving someone near and dear and drank a lot of cider round Jill's. Jolly good fun actually, especially the "fuck off and die lol", "die motherfucker die lol" etc exchange of ideas. Even if we did wake up this morning not finding it *quite* as funny...