I am very concerned.

[Luis Anaconda]

Well this is the thing. The business of actually seeing friends becomes a bit of an arse-ache. I arranged to meet an old chum in town on Friday night a couple of weeks back and for pretty much the entire week beforehand I was grumbling about it. I had a lovely time when I got there, of course, but the prospect of having to go out on a Friday night just seemed horrific.

You miserable ****er, b. Mind you, I do know what you mean. I dislike it when I actually have something on a Friday night rather than just the spontaneous after-work drinks (spontaneous as in it happens every week, with the same people in the same place, of course)

[Pat Vegas]

You miserable ****er, b. Mind you, I do know what you mean. I dislike it when I actually have something on a Friday night rather than just the spontaneous after-work drinks (spontaneous as in it happens every week, with the same people in the same place, of course)

I told my wife this. I said if you have something planned on Friday night for us to meet up with people let me know around 4:30pm on Friday. so I don't have a lot of time to moan about it.

[Burney]

You miserable ****er, b. Mind you, I do know what you mean. I dislike it when I actually have something on a Friday night rather than just the spontaneous after-work drinks (spontaneous as in it happens every week, with the same people in the same place, of course)

It's a strange thing. When I was younger, I would spend all week looking forward to going out on Friday, spend hours on the phone sorting out plans and would feel a miserable loser on the rare occasions there was nothing going on and I had to stay in. These days, I'm often tempted to find an excuse not to go out even when I do have plans (I never do, of course, but I am tempted). I'm not sure when this change took place.