Everyone is having a BBQ evening at Gray's.
I am sat here, having just finished work, wishing I were there too. An hour and a half to get there then leaving to be back for work for half 8 tomorrow morning just wasn't sense, but I have that pang of longing and disappointment rolled into one harsh kick.
I have fired up the PS3 (not the 4, not yet) to kill the crap out of mythical beings, accompanied by tea and a hunk of brie I found in the fridge.
No. It's not the same...