soldatka

Ooops. For a weekend that began with the noble intention of disciplined study and devotion to literature, it got messy...!

Had a work nite out on Saturday, which was fun enough, but hell, I see enough of these people all bloody week! The only way to handle it is to get smashed, but I couldn't seem to. Oh well. Ducked out at closing time and got the night bus home and talked to some nice Venezuelan people on the way. Did not regret going on to one of the many crappy nitespots in the town.

Swotted hard today and then went to the SG Scotland meet, which was fun, much drinking and talking about absolute nonsense. No, I couldn't even begin to describe. The pub also showed a couple of Franz vids on the video jukebox, so I got my Alex Kapranos fix. I was very disconcerted to discover that I seem to be the oldest SG Scotland member. I think a recruitment drive is required in retirement homes. A wee ad wouldn't go amiss in the Sunday Post, sneaked in among offers for stairlifts and bus tours of Mull.

Back home, and stuck up a big long blether with the taxi driver about horses as he was dropping me off home. I must look like a chatty sort of girl.

Sounds like my next door neighbours are killing each other again. I hope they manage it this time, fuck knows they seem to get enough practice.