With a little help from my friends!

I finished work at 10pm yesterday and arrived home in a dancing mood! Luckily for me Captain Rory, an Irish friend, was also in a party mood so at midnight we taxied it up to one of Edinburgh's dodgier clubs thinking that if we start at the bottom there'd surely be a party. There wasn't much of one. So we moved onto (Dude you will be proud) a wee Mexican restaurant called Garabaldis. After walking in I immediately spotted a friend called Lynda who had gone to the same school as me in Bulawayol but we only met in Edinburgh. Her husband was home from contracting in Kyzakstan so him, a friend and her were having a bit of a party (thanks to the friend for the pole-dancing attempts, they kept us highly amused.) Not long after that David's twin brother Andrew, who I seem often bump into when I go out partying, walked in to the place with the standard big smile. Captain Rory bought all my drinks in the hope that he's the rich bank-worker now and can afford it whereas in a few years when he's backpacking the world I'll be the rich photographer and take him out on the town - ye of so much faith thank you!

Getting to sleep at 3am and knowing I had to be awake at 5.30am for work I texted as many friends as I could who'd be in different times zones so they could mis-call me to wake me up. And the winning call seemed to be from a +82 number - South Korea!?!?! (Desi - I think it was you but where in the world are you ... surely not...?) Thanks for that, a wonderful start to what's going to be a sleepy day!!!!