This weekend I am going to be strutting my stuff at a Ceilidh for my friends' mum's birthday and I have no idea where to begin with it!!?

I think it is something like a Scottish Barn Dance where everyone gets up and is flung around to very fast music. I am kacking myself as generally I like to shy away at these things and hide beside the buffet/bar. Not this time tho... I'm resolved to be flung about by the beefiest Scotsman I can find!

dance

The way I picture it there will be lots of thigh slapping and jigging and laffs and, well, sweat! I can see nothing wrong with that picture..

In other more depressing news, my car is in the garage.. again. I think the reason it has gone in is because it doesn't like the cold or the rain and throws a mardy everytime I want to go anywhere. So, back to the garage with it, where it will be tinkered with and violated, hahaha. That'll teach it to misbehave when I want to drive somewhere..

Because of this minor setback I have been getting the bus to work, which sadistically I have enjoyed. You see the same faces every morning, it's like clockwork. You feel like you're all on the same team, set against the corporate whores of this world.. or maybe I'm reading too much into it. Today I got an earlier bus (would you ever believe it) than my usual 8:10 bus and there were a host of strangers on the bus!! I hope the guys from my regular journey weren't too worried about me...