Went ceilidh-ing last night with Kerry, Flinty and the gang from work. Was good, danced a few new ones and thoroughly messed them up. I still can’t believe how rubbish the staff are at pouring pints at the freakin Caledonian Brewery venue, oh the irony.
We piled off to Opium (one of Edinburgh’s few decent alternative clubs) after the ceilidh which was a nice contrasting venue. Me and Kerry rocked our stuff on the dancefloor and left just before they closed at 3am. Went to bed knackered, got up this morning and staggered off to work. It was actually a very pleasant day at work, I hadn’t drank that much last night and I was doing the new window displays. Which is nicer then being glued to the tillpoint with an “ask me dumb questions” sign gaffer-taped to my forehead. Which is what it sometimes feels like…