That friday feeling

Friday's are simply a right off in the working world. People are tired, restless and busy planning the night/weekend ahead. There's been quite a lot of larking around in the office today. It was a guy called Chris' birthday and the ususal, expected thing is for the birthday boy/girl to bring in cakes for everyone. Well Chris, being a stubborn, miserble git decided to break this trend and bring in nothing, no battenburg or trifle in sight. So me and a few others cut out some pictures of cakes, put them on a plate with a message reading 'thanks for the card, help yourselves to the cakes. Chris'

Our team ended up losing the tennis. Luckily Ben pulled out so i played with James, which i was happy about. Somehow, and i still don't know how, we lost all 4 sets. (6-4/6-4/7-5/7-5). We both played reasonably well, playing tennis the way it should be played and yet had nothing to show for it. Aside from the 1st match which i had no qualms about, the others were lost to guys who were about a hundred, with horrible styles and techniques and yet in the most unorthodox of ways won and beat us. One particular moment triggered a lot of noise from the crowd huddled under the varander and summoned up the night. The ball popped up to me at the net, i lashed it at the player opposite me who had already turned his back and given up on the point only to see the ball ping of the frame of his racket that was hanging down by his side and plop over the net. wanker.

Thats all for now