If you ever meet my boss Jonny he'll probably tell you the story about how, on my return to England from Estonia, he managed to ring me literally the second I switched on my phone after getting off the plane at Stansted and sent me to job. After the general chit chat he asks "By the way, can you work at three?" Either I thought I was short of cash, or I was delusional from not sleeping the night before, or I was still drunk or my dominant 'think no say yes' gene was coming into play, either way I ended up going straight to a 6 hour job which involved setting up a kitchen and setting for 200 people on the 1st floor of a building with no lift, after being up for 30 hours and having gone pretty much straight to the airport from a club in Tallin . Wouldn't recommend anyone do the same. Other than the same old with work I haven't been up to much. I went to visit my nan and pop for a week up north, experienced the disappointment of not getting Led Zepplin ticket