Watching Zombies

Had three beers at the office over a meting, then hit the gym for thirty minutes. Not the most healthy routine, I grant you, but it's Friday evening, and time is precious.

A couple friends and I go to see Shaun Of The Dead, which turns out to be one of the most entertaining pictures of the year. I will not ruin any of its delights by quoting the jokes or divulging plot twists... just go see it.

After an arduous week, my friends and I finish off Friday lightly, stopping by Puck Fair for a toastie and a couple drinks, then the Scratcher for a few more to meet up with a friend who is fasting for Yom Kippur. The Scratcher is inexplicably full of people smoking, mocking the ban.

I sit next to a beautiful girl, who, sadly enough for me, is sitting right next to a guy who seems to be her boyfriend. What a wanker (Him or me?).

Between two of my friends who are knackered, and the one fasting who took a redeye from LA that morning, we feel like characters out of the earlier film, so we call it a night.