Where oh where did my fish go?

Today was my first official day off work for well over a week. Not winging, but I was pleased to have it. First of all I was reading up on Politics following last nights blog and the surrounding debates, and I found that the Tories are very good at making nice words and powerful messages but once you read into these there is actually nothing promised or even fully suggested. For this reason, I'm out. I also have little faith in the Lib Dems because of Nick Clegg and the fact that our constituent MP, Danny Alexander; a Lib Dem; is offering Inverness to immigrants as we apparently have loads of jobs needing filled and loads of free houses. As someone who spent six months last year looking for a job and whose family is struggling to find a new home in the area, I find this horrendous. No offence at all to the immigrants themselves, I am purely against the system that allows and encourages people to take advantage of our welfare systems.

I went over my grandparents' house to set up their new tv and me and my Dad collected lots of logs from the forest they live in. This was very satisfying as it was a lovely afternoon; warm and sunny without being muggy and airless. Also the task was necessary so the exertion was worthwhile, a fact I was aware of when doing it. I got home feeling knackered but very satisfied. After a bath and such I went to what was being billed as a rave in Drumnadrochit. It was a major event as there is very few people I know to be in Drum who I did not meet there; I even met a couple of people I was unaware of being anywhere near here at present - a very nice surprise. The rave itself was pretty dire to begin with, with terrible music being my major gripe; it was generic dance music, often verging on the "happy hardcore" subgenre. However, upon my investment in a bottle of Vodka, my experience of the night slowly improved until I was having a great time.

My eventual walk home was not too enjoyable as I was completely shattered and was getting pretty sober towards the latter part of the trek. I eventually made it home and took advice I heard from a colleague of mine; Calvin Gill; he says that after drinking, have two glasses of water before bed. I have done so and expect there to be not the faintest glimmer of a hangover.

I shall end the post there, for a number of reasons; 1) In my mostly-sober state I fear that I may be making no sense here 2) I am shattered 3)My netbook's battery icon has a large red cross through it meaning power out is imminent. Based on all three, I shall end the blog here.