I pike nothing batter on a Fryday evening, than watching Pointless with Zander and Richard, before listening to some good tunas - Salmon Chanted evening being my current favourite. Then i'll comb my mullet and put on my leatherjacket before herring orfe into town to visit my favourite barbel. There i'll perch myself on a stool and tench my thirst for a couple of hours, then on to one of the town's night chubs. Fryday usually ends with me weevering my way back to my hamlet in the early hours of the morwong.