Evening all, I'm writing this while getting ready for first boozeup in Folsom old town. I've been told a raucous atmosphere awaits with the choices of drinking hole being Scarlets, Folsom Hotel, The Sutter Club, Powerhouse (not gay) and Hacienda (I asked if the owner was a manc but apparently its mexican joint). Hopefully the patrons will be able to understand what I'm on about. No one at work has any problem but occasionally I speak to the some of the staff at the hotel and they just smile and nod. I know they're not getting me cos I do exactly the same thing. You can't bullshit a bullshitter. I had to rephrase the question "do you have a number for a taxi" four times tonight. don't smile and nod I'm asking you a bloody question!!
Its been a fairly uneventful week all in all. After spending two weeks busting a gut trying to design something completely new to me we found out it wouldn't actually work so I was quite relieved cos i thought I'd gone stupid. I'm not stupid, I'm actually pretty clever.
Other than that I was fairly dismayed to find I didn't get a Yorkshire joke my mum had sent me. In my defence it was a joke that needed to be said out loud and I wasn't in a position to be sat reading jokes out loud in a broad Yorkshire accent. Sat in the sun in February in California its easy to forget your roots and embrace a new lifestyle but theres nothing like watching this video to remind you where you're from.
Beautiful, I need to find a nice piece of 'addock.
Bye!
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