Smoker's cough

It's a terrible thing when you don't even smoke, but everyone else around you does.

Partied on Friday night with a work mate. Destination - Passions, extremely similar to shotz's it was scary, the only difference no semi cute emo boys. The night ended early though around 2am when the last club shut.

Forgot that English pints are larger than Australian's so I did develop a hang over for work on Saturday.

Speaking of work, things aren't too bad. Working in banqueting on the weekends for weddings and such then in the posh Hotel restaurant where the clientele are definitely not cool. But they can't understand me because of my accent anyway.

Plans are to be here for a month and make some cold hard cash. Back to London to see and party with Em and then I might stick around to work and party some more. I don't know what happened to the job in Windermere maybe that will come along in the next few months.

Missing the central markets for yummy food and the Exeter for fucking stupid drunken Tuesday nights.

Surprisingly I haven't even thought about my bed...