Some work around the house, a late long brunch, a poker night, sports spectating with friends, sleeping in till 11, a long lunch with older friends, and some basketball action to get the heart pumping. This is what weekends are made of.

It may seem like a long way off, but I’ve got to start planning my 21st birthday party already. I’ll be in London on my actual birthday, so I’ve pretty much got to have everything organised before I leave so that I can have one as soon as I get back. Which will be like November, but that’s for another day. So what I wanted to know was, from your own 21sts, what’s the feedback? What works? Formal, casual, theme, random, event, dinner, music, etc? I’ve been leaning towards formal for a while, mainly because I love the whole atmosphere of a formal setting, but I don’t know how popular it will end up being. I’ve been to a mix of parties, but would like a little perspective from those who’ve gone through the process themselves, so that I can make a more informed decision. ...

Hello, Internet. You haven’t yet fulfilled all my worldly desires. Like the ability to… say… kick back and watch grass grow! Oh right, you have. My bad. Paint drying anyone?

It’d be suffice to say it’s over for the Aussies, that the World Cup has reverted to being a foreign oddity, and perhaps we’ll do better next time. Ah well. But no, fair sirs and madams, that is surely incorrect! This is a one-eyed supporter here, doing what one-eyed supporters do best! Blame-shift! Ah, the Italians. Famed for their defensive play, coming up against the rampaging underdogs of the tournament, the Aussies. Joga Bonito, the beautiful game as the Brazillians call it, was demonstrated in their own way, the Australian Way. And in the end, the better team on the day did not win, because it came down to the running theme of this tournament, the Referee. ...

Singing: Where, oh where, have the UFOs gone? Have we offended them? I know, MIB II was bad, but c’mon, that’s no reason to give us the silent treatment.