Well, ain't life grand.

In the last day or so I've discovered the Hindu tantric meditation technique of 'Shityekeks'. Apparently the Geordies love it too. Dan the Diet Coke man will verify this upon his return.

I still can't upload pictures but i've taken a few of the indigenous birds that look like a cross between a crow and Jeremy Paxman. Massive conk and a queer ability to select choice morsels from the shit lying in and about the streets.

Paul has decided to fuck off and leave me on my own for the rest of the trip. Think i'll pay a little more attention to you, dear bloggers, during his absence. There's very little else to do but work. The PT instructor in the gym still remains a stranger and if I don't start losing weight i'll be drinking the local pavement juice. 'Instant Hilton' i'll be selling it as...

There's a Marks & Spencer's just round the corner from the office. Extortionately priced but Paul managed to find a lovely pair of cufflinks. When you see him - ask him if he got a free skirt with them...

Missing everyone. Still got an enormous amount of work to do and i'm looking forward to a pint at the Dubs.

Hope all is well.

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CHRISTMAS!