Grand Ol’ Duke
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I’ve been right under the cosh this week at work. Boring stuff so I won’t go on about it, needless to say it involved some late night shifts, one which saw me start at 8am and not get to my bed until 4am the following morning. Oh, what fun and japes.
As I type this the weather is quite mild here in Edinburgh, which is just as well because I shaved my head last night in preparation for this coming weekend. I’m heading off to York with the lads, or as we now call ourselves, The Diners – (It’s a long story).
I’m really looking forward to getting away. These past few weeks have been really stressful at work and I need a wee blow out to come back down off it all. Envisioning that first pint of lager on the train tomorrow morning, and then settling into one of the many bars I’ll visit in the City of York these next couple of days, is just about all that’s keeping me upright.
Two things are guaranteed over the next three days: lots of drinking and lots of laughter; my kind of weekend, my kind of therapy.
I wonder if I’ll see the Grand Ol’ Duke?
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January 30th, 2010 at 5:23 am
IT can be a rough road. The upside is it’s the
21st-century equivalent of the village doctor:
the job exists everywhere. I’m in a 20-person
company. Our IT guy calls an
extra-service company for about 20 hrs/month..
..for the awfuls.
Have a good break!