Whitby
OK, so I'm back. After an extra day off to recover, I'm in the office and doing stuff.
I'm not sure whether I'm going to bother catching up with the weekend's Different Colours
entries... I might well just plug in my Whitby review when I get round to writing it. But on
Sluts today, we had the obligatory "best / worst moment of Whitby" thread, and these are my
answers:
BEST MOMENT
Being up at the Abbey with CJ, Sheridan, Matt and a random goth from Belfast at dawn on
Saturday morning, rediscovering my taste for whisky and sampling some interesting substances
while the sun rose. An immense feeling of calm and peace.
WORST MOMENT
Either getting so bladdered on Friday afternoon that I was hungover in the Spa, or
getting tired and ratty on the Saturday night and going home early to mope and sleep.
