Fire

Good morning Glasgow.

Here in Brent its all go go go. Weather's overcast, misjudging how warm it is in the office and so, its a bit chilly now.

Looking forward to The Jingle Jangle Country night in town tonight, but not sure if I'm going with anyone or who'll be there, actually, on reflection I might go for ten minutes, sup a pint, get scared and go home. Such is life.

Saturday brings some relaxing cake making during the day, possibly a hangover earlier on, and then in the evening its HDIF at The Phoenix, which is always alark, Adam Smith should be in attendance and crazy Holly too.

Just need to survive today, and stop feeling so awkward talking to people outside of work.

English

I' losing the ability to speak fluently.

Like my father before me I tend to adopt the accent of the person I'm talking to, and when I don't know the accent, I just slow down my speaking and use simpler sentence construction.

Alas, the folk I work with mostly have English as a second language, and at gigs, if I talk to peple, its a noisy environment so I tailor my sentences to get valid information across.

I think I might come from Bulgaria rather than Manchester or Glasgow. Although I do manage to slip in a few 'wee's instead of smal and 'ach'.