Went to church this morning. Emmanuel Church it was, a C of E place, and this morning they had a few bpatisms. The congregation had trouble saying

All Amen

after the actual baptism for some reason. Sort of trad. evangelical, if you know what I mean - "Father God I wonder" and all that jazz. Phat 80s Xian beats with guitar hymns - bhoy! Their finance guy had a bit at the end about giving by standing order, which is apparently (i do apologise) the order of the day at this place; they didn't have an offertory hymn and I couldn't find a donation box thingy.

Ate out again, at the Golden Lion, with James, Adrian and Emma's housemate last year, who had come along to see a concert in the evening. And then we sat in the park for a bit, intermittently throwing grass at each other.

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Bit of Tekken 3 after that, and I didn't do too badly, but not amazingly. In the evning we went to The Drop Inn for "Melissa's Pub Quiz". Melissa was mad for it - she had a floppy hat and set questions about Manchester, which we didn't do very well on at all. It was a self-consciously Mancunian pub. The music all seemed to be from the acid days. No Ninjas between 2:00 and 5:00 a.m. came fourth, which we thought was okay, considering the questions about Manchester 'n' all.

On the approach to bedtime, Adrian and I watched a bit of The Royle Family, which is quality.