It's Wednesday afternoon, I've just chowed down a steaming pile of Greggs-endorsed pap and writing the Deckchair newsletter is about to make me a homicidal maniac in Converse. How can we 
stop the mindless slaughter of innocent members of the lastminute.com marketing team? Pretend it's the weekend, that's how.
And sometimes that even means something more than an orgy of piss-enhanced lager, getting off with alcoholics in clubs called Intoxic8 and trying to pick your contact lens out of a rancid toilet. The weekend can actually be something you remember, something you take photos of, something that doesn't break your mobile phone and your dignity.
This is what Something For The Weekend is for. Getting off your lazy, slothful arse, going outside occasionally and indulging in everything London (and places north of Watford) has to offer. My name is Dan by the way, a scruffy-haired ponce who occasionally writes things but more often than not talks about writing things and then has 10 cups of tea to 'calm him down'. I'm a self-confessed hedonism addict (see what I did there), so start posting your hints, hangouts and hideaways and hopefully we can help you recreate 80s knockabout comedy Weekend At Bernie's on a regular basis. See you at the bar.
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