I see that I haven't written anything in a while. I'm just slightly worried that this is because I'm at the pub every evening, and getting up much too late in the day to ever achieve anything. It's been a delightful time.
I *have* managed to apply for two jobs, one at Victim Support which looks interesting. I also joined WWOOF (www.wwoof.org/wwoof_uk/), so hopefully I'll make it to a farm in the next couple of weeks.
I had a great weekend. It started on Thursday with a whole lot of fantastic dancing at the Kila concert, and then Jake's band, the Abdominal Showmen, at Cabaret Voltaire. It was my first big night out. I thoroughly enjoyed it all. We also went to a play called Uncle Varrick - a re-write of Uncle Vanya. It was excellent. I died laughing. Including at the tragic bits. I'm not entirely sure if they were meant to be funny or not . . . The best part was that we got free tickets, but it has reminded me that I should see some more plays, even if it does involve coughing up some real cash.
We had a dinner party on Sunday night. It was a roaring success. Well, I thought so anyway. I appreciate that may have something to do with the number of champagne cocktails I consumed, but there was a lot of most excellent food and company. I finally made that chocolate zucchini cake. Mmm mmm delicious. My chocolate addiction is back in full force. I'm a bit over it. This week is Official Eithne Healthy Eating Week. Next week may have to be not-drinking-quite-so-much week.
I have quickly acclimatised to being back in Scotland. I'm still slightly disgusted with my level of consumerism, but I can feel myself starting to care less . . I broke my self-made rule and went into a clothing store yesterday, where I was promptly overcome by a desperate craving for a lovely green top with very very long sleeves. I managed to tear myself away, but it's only a matter of time until I break.
I am still aware of the fact that the main reasons I need a job are so that I can drink alcohol and go shopping for things I don't need. It's a tragedy that these things are so terribly amusing.
"The Gracehoper was always jigging ajog, hoppy on akkant of his
joyicity."
James Joyce, *Finnegans Wake*