Day off

I've got the day off today. I'm still in bed. If we had proper summer weather in this country, I'd be out and about, enjoying the warm sunshine, skipping through flower-filled meadows, stopping to make daisy chains.

Ahhh.

As it is, we've had apocalyptic weather for the past eight weeks and I think today the UK is being hit by a fucking hurricane. Awful wind and rain and cold.

It's so bad that my body is being tricked into going into hibernation.

I'm going to book a holiday, get away from this place, get a bit of sunshine.

Where should I go?


Out on a school night
So why did I choose to take such an awful day off work? Well, I went out last night and, anticipating this and subsequent tiredness, I planned ahead and booked a day's leave. But where would Sniffy go on a school night?

Yes, I went to see the FABULOUS Marc Almond.

He was wonderful. What a voice! What a performer! Not bad for somebody who nearly died a couple of years ago.

Trump kept her ticket: "I'm keeping this, he might be dead soon", she said as we entered the Ritz in Manchester.

So that was good.

The audience was so weird. I don't know why, but whenever I'm at a standing only venue, I always get to stand behind the tallest blokes with the biggest spiky hair. They wore lots of eye makeup and their female companions were equally odd-looking.

Between me and that giants, stood a bloke in a dogtooth check jacket - he was arm's length from the woman he was with. They didn't speak. He shuffled his position and scratched his greasy head at just the right times to ensure that he, in combination with They might be goth giants, blocked my view of the star of the show. He and his woman left after half an hour. They didn't speak or make contact with each other, simply turned and left. Weirdos.

Fuck, why am I complaining about weirdos at a Marc Almond concert?


Thank you for the invitation
I was supposed to be going out for a curry with my colleagues tonight. But the only colleagues that I'd care to spend time out of (and in) work with aren't going. Now, politically, I should go because it's a leaving do for somebody who's been acting head of department for a year or so, plus, some new "team" members have been invited before they take up their posts so it'd be good to show my face. But I can't be arsed. If I'm just going to show my face, then this tells me that I shouldn't really be going. Especially if it's not free.

Work's dos are generally torturous affairs, thought up to keep employees on their toes. I'm sure they should be covered by employment laws so that workers across the world are protected from this out of office scrutiny. "We want to thank you for your efforts throughout the year. This is your opportunity to let your hair down. Enjoy yourselves. But not too much, obviously, because we're still watching and we will remember every single faux pas."

Why don't I just put my blog address on my e-mail signature?