Fortnights just fly in when you’re not at work. Here’s what I’ve been up to in the last couple of weeks:

  • Stayed in Pittenweem for a few days during the Arts Festival. Julie done some quality networking and exhibited a couple of paintings in the Open Exhibition. Meanwhile, I ate lobster, sampled Fife’s lorne sausage and drank surprisingly little. We also saw a play based on J M Barrie’s address to St Andrew’s University and came to the conclusion that every working actor in Scotland has been in Still Game and Taggart.
  • Saw the Tracey Emin retrospective at the Nation Gallery in Edinburgh. I’d been practicing my eye rolling for the couple of days leading up to our visit, but was pleasantly surprised. Pleasantly probably isn’t the right word. Saw the infamous unmade bed. Lazy cow still hasn’t washed the sheets.
  • Drank lots of lattes.
  • Didn’t go to see The Dark Knight despite listing this as the only thing I definitely wanted to do during my holidays.
  • Was charged £35 for a replacement front indicator light for my car.
  • Got a Tassimo for my birthday so I can make more lattes. Another little piece of my life is complete.
  • Saw Alloa get beat 2-0 twice in the space of three days. Also saw them take a 1-1 draw. Not yet seen anything that makes me think this season is going to be successful / entertaining / tolerable.
  • Got a short story — The Last House — accepted in a local anthology.
  • Did absolutely nothing on Tuesday, 12 August, which, in retrospect, was exactly when I should’ve been going to see The Dark Knight.
  • Failed to win a grand again. This was tied into one of the 2-0s from earlier.
  • Had the same jeans on for four days.
  • Listened to a lot of Death Cab For Cutie’s new album and convinced Stoobs to go see them with me at the Corn Exchange this November. Personal triumph.

And now, with an hour left of my birthday and my holidays, I’ve decided that tonight’s the night I’m going to get drunk. Looking forward to regretting it tomorrow.