Points of authority

‘When your day is long, and the night, the night is yours alone’ REM – Everbody hurts

Our house guest showed up on Tuesday. Turns out that, thankfully, Andrew wasn’t expecting us to meet him at Heathrow and he made his way to Newcastle Central where Duncan met him after he’d finished work. They then spent the rest of the afternoon in the pub, with not a call to me to say that they had found each other. I spent the whole afternoon calling the house, wondering if they were wandering round Newcastle station not bumping into each other, whilst they got mildly drunk at the local. Seems unfair.

Turns out Andrew is a bit of a drinker, so we ended up going out on Tuesday night into Jesmond, along with Mary, Richard and Michael. Tony also joined us for about ten minutes. Funny how I’ve seen more of him in the last two weeks, now he’s moved out, than we had in ages when he was living in Jesmond. Anyway, also in the bar that night were Kieron Dyer, Titus Bramble and Carl Cort – all Newcastle Utd players – which had the barmen all slack-jawed and girly with phrases like ‘guess who I just served’ coming out of their mouths after said ‘local celebs’ had taken their drinks. Of course, us being not Newcastle fans we were suitably unimpressed. In fact the only thing I was impressed with was how everyone left them alone to drink and enjoy their evening. Can’t imagine Beckham & Scholes down the pub enjoying the same non-attention, can you?

I ended up taking yesterday off. Partially to sleep off the alcohol and partially cos the last few days have been such a waste of time in that place. The new system kicked in at the beginning of the week and now appears to be running smoothly enough, which means it is surely only a matter of weeks before they realise that no-one is doing any work anymore so they might as well let the temps go. Despite the sudden run on job applications that I have enjoyed, I am still no nearer to even the sniff of an interview, so it is definitely a case of fingers tightly crossed in the hope that something good comes up very, very soon. My savings may just stretch to the end of the year, but beyond that we may well be screwed.

Until there is a next time…

xx