Don't
ask how my trip to Newcastle and Durham went. Well, the gig was OK, and
Jez dropped me off in Durham at some ridiculously late hour on Sat
night - Sunday morning. I guess it was stupid of me to think that just
booking a hotel for Saturday night entitled me to enter my room at 2 in
the morning. Boy, did they give me a hard time, and I guess I wasn't
very sober or well-dressed either. Then I missed breakfast because I
slept in. So I started with a bit of a thing against Durham. It's
pretty enough, but I learned nothing, and the trip was a total waste of
time and expense. Did I expect the Archaeology Dept. to be open? I
guess I did, but it wasn't.
It took me most of the rest of
yesterday to get back to civilization. I'm not sure I want that
job. And to cap it all, I got an earful from Mum because Dave's been
pestering her to death.
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