Princes Square

I'll keep this brief.

Friday night. Post-work pizza at the place that has lots of Zs in the name. Buy-one-main-course-get-another-for-a-£1-voucher in my bag. Love pizza a lot. Getting quite excited. Discover too late that they don't take the voucher on a Friday night. Major huff ensues. Followed by really bad, tasteless, overcooked pizza. Wine also pish. Waiter smells like an ashtray. Cream puff doesn't improve. In bed by 10pm.

Not much else to say, really.

FUFF x

p.s. except: why does the management at Princes Square (the humungous glass roof of which raises the interior temperature to greenhouse proportions) insist on TURNING THE HEATING ON IN THE HEIGHT OF SUMMER??! It may be raining outside but it's still 19 DEGREES!! You twats.