There’s no question there. Saturday is gonna be the end of me.

I agreed to go karting in Letchworth.

I’m going with Andrew and our old housemates Hodgson and Dan. The two Andrew’s have been before and my Andrew came home with nice big bruises all over that wouldn’t go away, while the other Andrew came home with a beaming smile and a print-out that proved he got first place. Thankfully Dan’s going to be a bit more on the safe side like me I’m guessing.

If only the karting track wasn’t in the middle of an industrial estate, I’d go shopping for shoes or go buy some new books… but unless I want to go shop for car tires, looks like I’m going to sit in a kart (without doubt with a kid’s seat and lots of foam cushions because I’m so short) and see everyone overtake me repeatedly for half an hour! 😉

Andrew must be a bit masochist because, as if karting isn’t bad enough, he’s going paintballing the following weekend for Dave’s leaving do. Why can’t Dave plan a night to Vinopolis instead? That’s more my kind of event!