Drag queens, drinking (again), and deodorant.

Oh dear, I so wish I had more new and exciting things to tell you. I occasionally look at my extensive, lovingly prepared list of 'stuff I'm going to do as soon as I get there' and sigh, but truth be told I'm not sure I'm making the most of things as yet. There's a fair amount of settling in to be done, the same old boring cleaning/ laundry/ supermarket shopping etc that takes up as much time as it did at home, work is taking up a lot of time and energy - which is a good thing as I'm enjoying it, and I'm having to be pretty careful with money until my first payday.

So yeah, excuses excuses. I'll try harder I promise. In the meantime there are a few fun things I have done. I took a trip to Salem with some girls from work, which was possibly the least 'spooky' experience of my life, but the witchy stuff was delightfully tacky, and I think the town definitely deserves further exploration (we didn't really do any of the museums and things), so I'll head back there a bit closer to Halloween.

I also spent an evening at Jacob Wirth,  where they sold Magners. CIDER! Much excitement ensued, followed by some rather dreadful singing around the piano to the musical stylings of the resident, and actually rather dictatorial, pianist Mel. I particularly enjoyed the Les Mis portion of the evening, but was bitterly disappointed by the rushed and rather perfunctory Piano Man finale.

I've also been to Drag Queen Bingo at Club Cafe.  Well, what else would you be doing on a Monday night? I met some Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence who told us a bit about their organisation, and were raising money for charity with the sale of bingo cards, and had a lot of fun even if I didn't win anything. NOT A THING.

Apart from that, I've managed to get addicted to 7/11 hot chocolate, started thinking about Halloween costume options in i-party (should I go as Sue Sylvester or a pink crayon?), and found myself referring to crisps as 'chips'. I'm missing my Yorkshire teabags, Eastenders (who'd have thunk it), chocolate that doesn't taste of soap and spray deodorant. And of course all of you, write to me! And maybe send me a can of Sure whilst you're at it.