You wouldn't think it possible with the weather from the past few days, but I've been persuaded to so Californian and buy a pair of Rollerblades. After a very strange Friday where there was lots of drinking, a bit of drunkeness, but no sillyness or blackouts I crawled out of bed and made it to the rollerblade shop on Mill Rd. I got a lovely pair of what look like clumpy Cylon boots with detatchable wheels on the bottom and then met some people to go falling on the ground at the Beehive Centre. Since it was all too much like exercise there had to be a lot of drinking afterwards. Again, frighteningly enough, it was all very sensible. I suppose it'll give my bruises a chance to heal.