Found some time at work:

Finding work constantly .... constant. All work and no play is making Luke save some cash.

Feast on Sunday was a great success with 10 people coming along to gorge themselves on Lamb and enough roasted vegetables to make a mental health hospital ward! Got a bit of a sore throat at the moment due to me constantly being on the phone and asking people 'Ave dey gots a job for meh yet!'

Over the last couple weeks, a number of people have told me I sound like a pom. I must warn you all, that this is only the case because I talk to them constantly day in and day out and it's making me sound like a pompous pom with a gay twist of lemon and lime, however I do pronounce my words to great effect and the rain in Spain does truly fall in vain.

Tomorrow night I will be finding myself with the work gang (well most of them) at Erin's thanks-giving dinner, which no doubt turn to drunken behaviour (nothing more drunken then last Wednesday.. thank god.. saw way too many work colleagues breasts getting in and out of clothing) and me coming into work on Friday with a hang over, and then going out into Clapham Friday night to continue the orgy.

In later news the barstards here have volunteered me to be the freaking Santa for next week's Locum party... so Dirty Ol' Santa will be here next Wednesday with pick up lines such as;

'Hello little girl, come sit on my knee and tell me how bad you have been.'

'Ho ho ho's!'

'Say wanna take a peek inside my sack!?'

'Ohh that's just one of your present's your are sitting on.'

As I said the words 'Over my dead body' I am relishing the idea to be Santa and get on the dance floor and shake it like ... well a big numpty in a Santa suit on the dance floor.

Hope you all are well and breaking wind still!