Saturday and sore

Out and out and back again last night.

Band and kitsch music and dance and beer and more beer and I think, perhaps, a shot or several of something strong and sweet. Roiled with liquorous vigour, perhaps also a kiss. But even if that happened I wouldn't tell you.

Sore ... coffee and ibuprofen and vegemite toast with lashings of butter take the edge off.

Now to the market with Charles, for some much needed grease and as many types of cheese as I can carry.

I will also attempt to get a tattoo.

Boxing match tonight. One of the other guys my trainer works with. Should be a ... cultural ... experience. I don't know what to expect and I may be over boxing this time tomorrow.