A little bit of social

With my "tweak" proving annoyingly reluctant to get better, I had to drop my game with Jamie tonight.

Fat Lad picked it up and I think I got the better end of the deal as the heavens opened. It absolutely poured for around 70 minutes and he spent much of the early part of the second half kicking his way through the puddles on the touchline.

My Best Man, Dave came down after the game and we had a beer. He's suggested a night out on Friday with Steve another old schoolmate, but to be honest I can't see me making it. I'm intending to train for a little while tomorrow and on Thursday Jamie has asked me to help out on a trials game at the County HQ (it would be rude to say no!). On Friday, Saturday and Sunday I have my annual engagement with an International Youth Tournament.

So tonight's little social followed hot on the heels of last night's trip to a local Chinese restaurant. Mr H, Mrs H, recently married Ricky, his recently married wife, Chuckle Elder, Mrs Chuckle, Fat Lad, Mrs Fat Lad, Specks and little old me turned up and tucked into the All You Can Eat for £9.50 buffet. It was a good night despite me being dubbed Fetlock because of my propensity to pull a muscle with the slightest exertion!

Forget losing calories, this week has been about accumulating them ...