First of the year

Today is a day to celebrate. The first wasp of the year has appeared at the kitchen window. groan In order to try and avoid a repeat of last year, I have now done the best barricade job possible with a roll of black bin bags and some drawing pins. No idea if it’ll make a difference, and if it doesn’t I think it may be time to call in an exterminator, and try and explain that I don’t have a clue where the nest is.

Saturday evening (Kelli’s birthday, for those of you with short term memory loss) was an interesting evening. Four couple there, and 3 single blokes. Towards the end of the evening we moved on to Walkabout, an Australian themed pub, in Glasgow. Go figure. It seems the way to make a pub Australian themed is to stick some surf boards to the wall, fill the place with TV’s showing sport, and (most importantly) serve nothing but pish beer.

Anyhow, by this time the crowd had been whittled down to three couple and me. Hmm. Talk about feeling out of place. Oh well. The evening was cut short anyhow and I left as Andy was trying to subtlety guide the slightly-tipsy Kelli towards a taxi. The poor taxi driver had a look of dread on his face, but was trapped at a set of traffic lights so couldn’t escape. I didn’t hang about.

Work is annoyingly annoying as usual. While I have slightly more motivation than when I was stuck in an office, even half a days work three times a week is hard enough. And due to issues with one of the sites, I ended up working till about 11pm last night. I really now wish I hadn’t taken any of this work on.

General election tomorrow. Don’t forget to go vote. And if you don’t plan to vote, at least goto the polling station and write something obscene or amusing on your ballot paper. Try and give poor people counting the votes a chuckle.