That Friday Feeling

Being now a 9-5 person again for the first time in many years the advent of the weekend has assumed a new significance for me. I am usually finished at 4.30 on Friday evening and those precious two days ahead of me dangle inticingly. Though my responsibilities elsewhere have not been exhausted and I still have a couple of weeks of weekend work to go, I can see myself turning into a Saturday night drinker, an enthusiastic participant on 'Amateur Night' as bartenders and seasoned drinkers call it. But not tonight. Football in the morning.