Signs of life

Another day of another crowd of poor interviewers having to listen to me blah on for hours. Poor souls but they were polite apart from the one who implied that I'm a scruffy git, which is true.

From Stirling into Edinburgh to pick up a smart suit for the weekend's shenanigans, on which I shall later report but only if I can first learn to tie a proper bow tie.

Tomorrow to Aberdeen for the last of yack sessions and then the weekend will begin. Stupidly, I've arranged for it to end with a cycle back from Auchterarder on a route of uncertain hilliness and me still with only my single speed to ride (apart from the tractor). And that after a night of drinking. Fool.