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We had a fairly quiet weekend, as our midweek trip to Wales midweek left us a bit knackered, and I was oncall. Which means we only went out and got drunk twice. As you do. Friday night saw us out in London's trendy London Bridge. We met the lovely Chris and Bernadette for a couple of drinks, then dinner at Brindisa, a great Tapas bar right next to Borough Market. Chris and Bernie were on good form, too, so we had a fun night. They headed home around 10pm, so we bravely ventured to a less salubrious south London bar for more drinks.

But I can't misbehaved too badly, as I got up and cooked ricotta pancakes on Saturday morning (Photo 2) and then made my famous tuna baguette for lunch Saturday (photo 1). The ricotta pancakes were made with raspberries and then I served them with honey, creme fraiche and strawberries. The recipe was taken from Nigel Slater's new cookery book (The Kitchen Diaries) - which I can't recommend highly enough (9.6/10). It's fantastic -written diary style, (whoever would have thought!) and he manages to impart a real love of food. I've never been a huge fan of his until this book.

We had wanted to catch a movie Saturday night, but I had placed M:I:3 on the banned list, as I think Tom Cruise is a freak, and the Guardian had given it only one star. So we went to see Confetti instead. It was quite good (7.4/10) - in a quirky mocumentary way. Stuart really enjoyed it, which is why we'd chosen it. It was followed by drinks at Rupert St, then a quick Japanese at Taro, then more drinks at the Friendly Society. Maria shouted me a G+T, after I thanked her for hosting our birthday drinks. Then she let us stay for a lock-in.

Sunday I was called for work, so had to do an hour's work with a throbbing head (oo-er, missus). Not as throbbing as Stuie's lip though, as he was mugged on the way home. They grabbed his wallet and new mobile, but he has grazed knees and a swollen lip. Unfortunately his inebriation meant he doesn't recall what happened.