Friday was today. You may have noticed this on the calender or file o fax or whatever people use these days. You have noticed my slightly different descriptive writing. Don’t worry it’s just an experiment to see if it captures people more than the normal drivel I write.

But alas like the certainty of a complete gimp winning the lottery and not someone who deserves it we will press on with what I have to offer this evening. The training finished today so I decided to celebrate this. With a trip to Selfridges.

Now I know what some of you will think now. Has he finally lost the financial plot all together that he was silly enough to even step into a store where you have to have a mortgage just to try a pair of trousers on.

Where all the brand names are of people you have never heard of but simply must have. Where they say this magic thing you must buy needs no introduction. But surely the fact that they have pointed out the magic thing means you have introduced it? Meh.

Well, campers I shall tell you why I went potty. I went to the sushi bar there because Selfridges have the sushi bar with a fully working conveyor belt. That’s right, like the Generation Game lots and lots of things are peddled along in front of you on a tiny belt where you simply pick them off and start eating. No Gary, put the cuddly toy back you can’t chew its ears off.

The way it works is you have have unlimited amounts of either water or Green tea (whatever is in that) for about a pound. Then you pick off little plates with different colours, no this isn’t becuase it was play school and we like different colours, the different colours are for how much each costs. Gray is a fiver so beware those little plates.

I had a few different types of raw fish along with some nice and greasy-not-very-good-for-my-heart-but-what-is-these-days noodles and I tell you what. It was very very refreshing.

Along with a couple of cups of green tea (which I was told my the very very very very friendly Italian host (Italian in a sushi bar?) was good for me) it went down quite well and the price despite meaning I have now lost out on the chance to own half of Cheshire, wasn’t overly bad. It just meant signing over the ford fiesta to them.

So after this kings banquet of tiny bowls I hastened home and tonight it appears we are entertaining the family again till Monday. You know Thursday was a great day. The weekend doesn’t seem to hold as much water…