Happy Holidays (Work is Over)

Yesterday, I met up with some of my work mates at the White Bull in Chorley for a few schnifters to celebrate having four whole days off after a hectic trading period, exacerbated by our new license for 24-hour alcohol sales. Not surprisingly, my pool playing ability was inversely proportional to the volume of alcohol consumed. However, my friends were the ones to twice knock a pint from a table, despite having significantly greater capacity for drink than I. I am generally grateful to leave in the evening without having embarrassed myself.

I have put an offer on a house and was accepted so could have a project property very soon. This particular house is a mid-terrace in need of complete renovation. My parents are joining me in this venture for our mutual benefit.

I have just read James Patterson's "London Bridges," in which the villain had the upper hand right up until the very end. The plot was essentially a continual chase after a crook who left no trace behind.

Now, I have started Martin Cruz Smith's "Wolves Eat Dogs." The blurb desribes the story as atmospheric, which the opening chapters have shown it to be, at a cost of a moderately slow start.

The film of "Gorky Park" by the same author was on Channel 5 last night, but I only caught the last half hour.