Still living in Edinburgh, loving life in Geogie's stunning Morningside flat.
That's Georgie, Emma, Martha and me - on Halloween, in case you were concerned.
(Martha being the flatmate I replaced and whose old room I'm currently writing this from, Georgie and Emma being my current live-in lovers.)
Been working at the Scran and Scallie for the last 6 months. Where thanks to the insane turn-over of staff I am now the Assistant Bar Supervisor.
Is a made up title that means I have all the work and all the responsibility but without the monetary compensation that comes along with an actual promotion.
This is the Scran. This is our Twitter. Sometimes they post awkward photos of us.
That's me, Ervy and Cammy.
Plus 3 Sloe 75s, a couple of Old-Fashioneds, a Stockbridge Sling and what looks like an Amaretto Sour.
Mostly it's just photos of food.
That's our braised roe deer shoulder and roast loin.
There's some scallops, cockles, mussels, clams and wild garlic.
I essentially work all the time. A normal shift is 10am to 11:30pm, or midday to 1am. The most I've done is 10 days in a row without a day off. If I'm not working, I'm either sleeping or drinking.
Occasionally I find time to apply for shit.
So far I've had interviews for PhDs in Cambridge, Cardiff, Newcastle and Edinburgh. Frustratingly despite going well, and everyone being so lovely and positive towards me, I didn't get any of them.
Very sick of the 'You're great, but someone else was better' rejection emails.
After spending a week miserable and panicking that I'd run out of time and completely fucked myself for next year and that I'd be stuck at the Scran forever, I decided to change track and yesterday applied for Masters in Glasgow and Newcastle.
Gloriously the deadline for a lot of Masters courses isn't until August, so THERE'S STILL TIME.If all else fails I shall disappear into the highlands.
If you never hear from me again, please, remember me this way.