Friday and nearly time to release myself back onto another weekend from the stress and rigors of work. I have a glass of champagne in hand and counting the 54 minutes left to leave. Why the champagne? One of the consultant’s is leaving. We had quite a large one last night, celebrating his leaving (with him there), funny how people call it a celebration when you leave - is that because they are celebrating you actually leaving?

Headed home smelling like red wine and a worker from the Marlboro factory I slept like a dead horse and awoke to the sound of my alarm going off. Funny how you wake up, ripping the tongue back from the top of your mouth and say to yourself – ‘What the hell is that horrible racket?’

Breakfast made for you when you arrive on a Friday makes you always want to go out on a Thursday night.

Tonight I have the indulgence of going out with Alan, alas he is taking me to a double date, or something similar and he says ‘I forget what they look like mate, I was drunk when we met.’ So accounting the fact that when Alan is drunk and has loss of memory and the fact that beer goggles were a factor in getting their numbers, I am really not looking forward to meeting up with two of United Kingdom's finest (ie. Probably from Essex). Alas I will venture like Captain Kirk, and Captain's log it all tomorrow.

Diary input with Jan 25th being Green Day coming out to play, thanks to Sam for the organizing of tix.

As I said I have spent a year now here, and I am still needing to put up my year in review to y'all.

Saturday / Sunday will possibly be a little uneventful due to me requiring to save and me not feeling like venturing into the cold. Although of course that always changes I will probably end up in some bar/club/pub or institution.

Luke – Adverting my life for you!