The guys are round in force tonight to partake in some multiplayer PS2 Micro Machines action. We’ve had over 75 races so far in what is becoming a truly marathon session. It’s enough to test even the most staminous of stamini.
Bongo and myself have dominated proceedings and have run away with the title by so far that Bongo has been able to leave early to watch the cricket, leaving me to play by myself (but I still haven’t lost a race!).
But the real noteworthy observation of the night is that Jake continues to prove himself inferior at every possible competition. I mean, I love the guy, but he really is rubbish. Poor Nige will give him a good kicking outside I reckon, especially as Jake has cost him a hospitality ticket to the Bolton-Portsmouth game this Saturday.