Last weekend Carlos ( a great mate from Newcastles gay karaoke circuit) was down to visit. It was great to see him and thanks to a  series of drunken conversations,  we got to know each other a little bit better. 

Despite my lack of funds, I had a few good nights out this week. A hedonistic Saturday night in a club with live guitarists, fire eaters and dancing boys, was counteracted by a Monday karaoke night in a real bar with dogs running around and a sign letting the locals know picked eggs are only 40p. 

My working week was relatively non-eventful.  I was starting to panic about the fact I have moved away for a job I am fining really dull at the moment, but I managed o look at the bigger picture and see that the reason its dull at the moment is because everyone is on their hols and I am busy learning the basics,  know that once the colleges get back Ill have the chance to really get stuck into it and Ill love it.

 
And then we get to the end of the week where I went out with a new friend, Simon, and  couple of his work mates.  The night involved lots of vodka, and discussions on everything from the state of the NHS, why emanon Holmes is the antichrist and getting to the age when you feel comfortable enough to have a poo at work.  I cant say how long we were all up chatting till, but we were still chatting when the postman delivered Saturdays post.  And I was worried I wasnt going to make any friends here.