I like Manchester, and on Saturday evening I found myself sitting at a low table with picking up cards with a beer in my hand. The best way to enjoy Manchester I think.
It was Mike’s birthday and just an overnight stop, but his new flat is very nice and a lot of people turned up to trash say hello, including Ben and Noel who I haven’t seen in an age.
As I’m off to Switzerland at the weekend, I’m going to have to slot in quite a lot before the week is out. New camera batteries should be en-route, but cold-weather clothing has yet to be arranged. Hotels booking are somewhat light on the ground also.
There was mass relief this morning as completed a fairly ugly integration project between two large systems. It’s all working now and I’m quite proud, although why it needed to be made so difficult in the first place is beyond me, and my client agrees.
I was once again annoyed that I’ve missed out on Eddie Izzard tickets. Four more dates were announced, but apparently not to the mailing list usuals and so lost out again. There are strictly a few seats remaining, but I don’t really fancy paying £65 to go on my own (not to mention getting down to London/arranging to stay the night too). I’m just keeping my fingers crossed he will do a proper UK tour.
Oh and it’s that time of year again, so the taxman has written me a lovely letter asking me for my money once more. Is it so odd that I just want it out of my account right now so I don’t even have to look at it mournfully for the next three months?