Inverness... oh no.

This morning I was set to go to work but just as I was getting ready to go I heard there had been an accident somewhere along the Loch. I checked the BBC site and sure enough a wood lorry had caught fire in the early morning and even by mid-morning the road was still closed. Phoning stagecoach confirmed that buses were not running. So I had to get to work late, getting a lift from Dad who had to go to town to buy parts for the Exhibition which had effectively exploded in a power cut early this morning. Whether the power cut was related to the wood lorry fire, both occurring somewhere around 7am, I don't know.

Eventually getting to work I found that my presence was not at all necessary; at no point during the day were there more customers than staff. It was unspeakably boring; I spent the majority of the day in the state of mind where you're so deeply bored that you almost don't know how to walk or think any more and you feel like you're about to fall over and die. The one good part of the day was that for the first couple of hours of my being there someone had put on a Busted CD over the sound system. I solemnly swear it wasn't me so it was a genuine delight for me roaming around aimlessly listening to Busted. Eventually 8pm struck and I headed off to town for the evening's festivities. We were celebrating Catriona's upcoming 19th Birthday; we being Catriona, Fiona, Fiona's flatmate, Florence, Laura, Claire and Victoria. In waiting for them to get to town I sat outside MacDonalds on the benches where I got speaking to an insane person called Hannah. Though insane sounds like an insult they're usually the best people. Folk arrived and we headed off to any bar that had free seats because the match was still playing at this time. We finally settled on a pub on church street, the name of which completely escapes me, but it was really nice. I noticed a cocktail called 'Zombie - Not for the faint-hearted'. Naturally I ordered that immediately and it was lovely, so apparently I'm not faint-hearted. Once we'd been here for a while we headed to Studio25. I have not been in a nightclub before so it was set up to be an experience for me. It turns out that it was even worse an experience than I had imagined it would be. In general I find it just too intense and the music is annoying, but specific to Studio25, the DJ was atrocious, playing music too loud for the speakers to handle, so it was a distorted mess; and it was full of under-age girls being hounded over by guys easily in their mid-twenties. This borderline paedophilia really annoyed me and eventually I left, consoling myself by listening to Power Quest for a while until the rest had finished their revelry and we got a taxi home. No offence to anyone who was there, though I dwelled quite a bit on the horrific nature of my time at Studio25 I did have a decent night with great people; a far better evening than if I'd been sitting at home watching people falling over on youtube.

Song of the day is appropriately by Busted. It's from their second (and final) album, the one which was playing today. I may have been spotted singing along to this song heartily on the shop floor, hence it's choice for the day.