After much thought and financial assessment, I have decided that I should look for a new flat. I currently live in a shared house and while I am happy there, I would like my own place to live, gaining more space and privacy.

Following reading an advert in the property pages of a local newspaper, I looked round a basement studio flat yesterday evening. While it was very modern, clean and homely, the flat was a tad too small for my liking. It did however boast a massive garden – you could have played football on it! I would like somewhere to sit outside in the summer, have a barbecue and a few beers, but I don’t want to pay any excessive charges for the privilege, and I am sure with a garden of that size, it would have been costly. The landlord also came across as a twat. When asked about certain facilities, such as telephone line, he was unclear and muttered strange replies. I turned the place down, but will continue to hunt for a flat.

After the flat hunting, Mr. Watkins called round and we went to collect Simon from work. If you were in Sainsbury’s supermarket around 8pm last night and saw a young man randomly lifting his hand into the air while on a mobile telephone from which screams and shouts were being emitted, that was Simon being watched by us in the car park, hurrying him along.

When Simon eventually dragged himself away from work, we went back to my current flat for the traditional video game session. There was no GoldenEye this week, instead we spent the whole evening playing Bomberman. I won the majority of the games, but Mr. Watkins did win a respectable amount of rounds – even Simon manage to become a short lived champion (a little like Blackburn Rovers winning the Premier League).

The “achievement of the evening” award was justifiably given to Mr. Watkins for his miraculous Bomberman comeback. I was winning 4-0 and was equipped with a Golden Bomberman suit, which gave me double lives. Watkins managed to claw his way back to 4-4 and then go on to win the whole game 5-4. Never mind Liverpool’s comeback in The Champions League, the comeback of the century took place last night in Bath! Well done Johnny McWatkins.