Catch-up Time Again

Oopsy. Nearly two weeks without a post.

So, uh. The wedding reception was great. I travelled to Inverness with some relatives, and we stayed two nights in the hotel where the reception was held. A very nice hotel it could be too, with a bit of work. Actually, it looks like they've made done some of that, but haven't quite gotten around to finishing it. They had a very nice swimming pool, where (according to the literature in the hotel rooms) 'bathing costumes must be worn'. Spoilsports.

Er, anyway. With travelling up on the Friday, and the reception not being until Saturday evening, I pretty much had a whole day to fill. Fortunately, being the resourceful type, with access to a bar and a nice sunny place to sit, this didn't present a problem.

Yeah, that's right, I did say 'a sunny place'. In Inverness. In the middle of April. Who'd have thought it? Sitting in the hotel grounds all afternoon, sipping overpriced Irish cider, turned out to be very pleasant indeed. By the time of the reception I'd moved onto Jack Daniels and Coke, which didn't impress the Highland relations much at all.

After drinking from around noon until 1am, I was expecting a bugger of a hangover on Sunday morning. But guess what? I woke up feeling fresh as a daisy. OK, I woke up at 10am feeling fresh as a daisy, but still. I've had horrendous hangovers from drinking far less. Obviously my mistake up until now has been... Not drinking enough.

Pick a hole in that one.

Pay Up

Finally... not a complaint! Had to happen eventually.

It was pay review time at work this week. I really wasn't sure what to expect - I had a rough idea of what I wanted, but no clue of whether I stood a chance of getting it or not. As it turned out, I got what I had been hoping for, and a bit more on top. I haven't done the maths* but I'm fairly sure it's the largest pay increase I've had to date. It's going to be a good weekend, I think.

Speaking of which, I'm off to Inverness for the weekend, specifically for my cousin's wedding reception on Saturday night. Should be a good night, and I have a copper-bottomed excuse for not dancing.

* It's a plural, America. Get over it.

Just one thing...

As great as it is to have Doctor Who back on TV, there's one thing that annoys me. Seeing as how they've gone to the trouble of recording a cracking new version of the theme tune, it would be nice if we occasionally got to hear it during the end credits without some gormless continunity berk yakking all over the top of it. Sigh.