moving swiftly on

The festive season officially ends for me with the passing of this weekend; yes, most people have been working since Boxing Day, but life in academia occasionally has its plus points, and this has been one of them. Ultimately, it is all up to me; last year I took just a couple of days around Christmas and the new year, but this time round I felt like a proper holiday. It has been... refreshing.

This evening, I got just a little bit pissed (UK - inebriated, not angry) in a couple of bars around Soho with a chap who has, for years, been like a brother to me. Fun; cocktails and breezers. Avoided the mistletoe in the bar. Close call. You'd understand had you been there. Still pissed; I had wine with the fillet I just cooked. Steak before bed. Lunacy.

Tomorrow, dinner with a friend, most probably, and when we part company, I'm expected to go dancing at a club, Heaven, which I haven't been to in bloody ages. I'm hesitant, because it's not always the friendliest of places and I certainly never know anyone there anymore, but the music is usually alright and, running and mad sex aside, dancing is a great way to let off steam while having fun. There's the appeal. Sunday, finally, back to Cambridge.

Right, off to bed; there won't be much time for sleep tomorrow. Oh, and now that 2003, a rather wonderful year bar certain personal issues, is out of the way, I have statistics for the first nine months of my life... the raw data is even more fun. Mmm, street-cred zeroed.

~ the year in numbers ~