Reading: so bad you can smell it

It's Tuesday and I'm still feeling as dried up and rotten as a forgotten house plant left in the sun too long. Big Bro final was an obvious result though Nikki was pathetic - how on earth she'll get through with her own rumoured TV series.

Going to Reading for some shopping was just a big, obvious mistake. I just fancied a change from Southampton but all is forgiven. First day of the Royal's premiership appearance and everyone wanted to drive to the stadium which is the biggest road-block ever on a motorway. With all the traffic queues and road-hoggers we hardly had time to really look around. The smell of the place still lingered of leaking drains and sewage. I've said it before and I'll say it again, Reading is such a shit-hole!

It was an early start for the evening for a BBQ with Chris and Alex hence my dried-out status. What I thought was going to be an intimate night with the pair turned out to be a larger get-together. Slightly worried at first with the normality of it as conversation turned to Ikea and house-prices so speeding up the alcohol intake seemed like an escape. However a few more interesting characters joined the party and rescued the conversation.

Last night's highlights were discovering Hula-Hoops do a special Priate pack (flavours a bit rank though) and about 15 items on Ebay raking in the cash.