Bad hair day and repercussions.

I think Kate is trying to set me up with someone. Trouble is, I've no idea who. This might make it considerably more problematic.

I've just spent a couple of reasonably enjoyable hours in the pub, doing the pub quiz thang. Present were myself, Kate, Andrea (Nige's sister), and a whole bunch of Andrea's mates, plus the sister of one of her mates (I tried writing that another way and I couldn't figure out the grammar, so this way seemed best, if a little stilted and weird). T'was a fine evening's enjoyment. Though, as I said, I can't shake the nagging suspicion that I was supposed to be hitting on someone.

Today was a bad hair day. I have made an appointment to have it sorted out. I have become a mobile hedge. I am also wearing the most wrinkled T-shirt you are ever likely to see. All in all, not the best day to be attempting to look splendiferous. I think I shall indulge my Guinness habit and put a DVD on before bed. *sigh*