The weekend is here finally! Another long week in the office, but thankfully it is out of the way. Very busy but thankfully I have booked all my holiday, including my Austria trip in January. So, I have something to look forward to. I am going to try and pack my weeks off with several challenges (as Charlie would say) to keep me occupied. More on that nearer the time, for now, let me bring all back for this weekend.

Kev’s house parties have been an annual event for the past few years. I was invited last year, when the party took place in early September. Unfortunately that was the day I went to meet up with Dave in London (9th September.) I got home, completely shattered and opted to watch Star Wars on Sky Movies, rather than trek over to Reading for the party. They were screening all from the double trilogy back to back across six weekends. On that particular weekend, they were showing Return Of The Jedi. (In end, I would only watch the original trilogy and miss out on movies two and three from the most recent trilogy.) Pav did text me, but I was settled on the sofa by then and eating ice cream. There was no chance of moving me, even if the party went on until 6am. I missed out, by all accounts on a great party. Next year, I thought to myself.

This year, I was invited via text message (very 1999) and also sent an invitation to the event on FaceBook (very 2007). I am looking forward to the party and just looking at the party photos from years gone by, I know it will be a great laugh. Plus, we seemed to have got the whole gang out, which has been difficult over the summer. All the usual suspects will be there, Andy, (other Andy), Helen, Nige and of course the one and only T-Dogg. I am looking forward to it! Before that, I have a few things to do. Heading over to Pav’s around 11am, to wash my car. It is in need of a good clean. Then, heading over to Charlie’s flat. After my fitness course, it is time to step up. Step up to the mark and be counted. He is going to put me through my paces, with a run and some weight training. I’m slightly nervous but looking forward to the challenge. I know I can push myself and do this. Just tonight, discussing it with my friend online, he has sent me my own little program and included a mysterious ‘test’ in week four. If I thought Chris’ fitness course was hard (Square of Death anyone?), this will be a the real deal. Charlie has played rugby since the tender age of six. You know you are in for hell, when you see his personal message on MSN; “It’s hard being this darn good!”. I may live to tell the tale. Just maybe.