After an entire day of hobbling around, my knee is feeling markedly better. So much so that I have declined to wrap it up like a birthday present and it is now free from it's bandage-like shackles. I am unable to walk completely normal, so it still looks like I have been anally violated.

SO after work yesterday I went into Reigate to purchase a haircut. I parked at Morrie's 7/11 and hobbled through the town, passing a Halifax cashpoint. It was here that I stopped to transact 20 British Rupees to pay for the cutting of the hair. On route from the cashpoint to the hairdressers, I was uncomfortably overtaken by an elderly gent who resembled Sean Connery in his role as Indiana Jones' Dad in that famous film: "Indiana Jones And His Dad Take Manhattan". I was a bit cut up about his uncouth behaviour, but thought nothing of it and continued on my journey. It was only when I arrived at the hairdressers that I was reunited with the old cocksucker. He had overtaken me and nicked my place in the hairdresser's queue. Not only this, but he had also secured top spot with Toby. Toby is the guy who does a great job of cutting hair. This annoyed me no end, as I had to wait for half an hour to claim my place in the chair. I had to settle for Craig, who does a good enough job, but Toby is much better at the old conversation.

Once in the chair I gave my order and Craig went to work. All was silent to begin with, but then he piped up with something about work. I responded with a platitude and whatnot and so on. I noticed that Craig, a Leeds FC fan, would repeat the last word of whatever sentence I had just uttered, and also added a "Yeah" at the end. For example:

Me: "I twisted my knee at kickboxing"
Craig: "Kickboxing, yeah"

And he would occasionally throw in a little chuckle as he was saying "Yeah". I liked Craig.

After my haircut I drove home and had a shower and a shave, perfecto. Then I ate dinner with mucho gusto. After this was completed I took my Nan home and then dropped in to see my friend Rach, who has just returned from travelling for one week and one week only. She's going off again on Sunday. This was my window to say hello.

We went to the pub and had a couple of drinks and caught up. She asked me what I've been up to for the last 3 months, and I told her about some of the major developments in my life. Namely that we got a new TV. After a while we drove back to hers and I looked at the pictures she had taken on her travels. At one point she dressed up in a Spider-Man suit and scared her friends. Well jackson.

Then, as always, I drove home and went to bed. I started watching an episode of "House", but I fell asleep before the end of the programme. I woke up to the DVD menu blaring out of my TV screen at 3am. Take that, environment!