Tuesday

Tapas for a tenner!

Monday was a complete right off until 5pm. Got soaked on the way to work (if ever you’re tempted to try juggling holding an umbrella while trying to keep a cake tin upright, don’t. It’s not big, not clever and you’ll only end up getting wet!) and spent the rest of the morning feeling really down. However, take one All Bar One tapas and wine for a tenner voucher and two girls, and Monday suddenly seems much better.

We sat by the door, which meant the blonde was on neighbourhood beer watch, as random people kept asking her to mind their bags/drinks/tables/umbrellas while they popped out for a fag… but I digress.

Pink rose and not bad tapas really does make the world a better place on a wet Monday evening – so does watching a woman scream, wave her arms around and generally give the poor chap sitting opposite her down the banks for the best part of an hour, while you enjoy it! At one stage we thought the poor chap had finally found this backbone and decided to leave banshee woman to it but he’d just decided to get another pint from the bar before going back for round two!

Anyway it cheered us up so much the blonde suggested that a Monday club be born! The rules are simple - it takes place on a Monday, it involves a voucher and sees us (plus any other waif and strays who want to tag along!) enjoy cheap food and wine. What else does a Monday need?