Hola, esta dias festiwo!

alrite, my spanish is crap. i admit. it should translate as today is your (female) birthday. every spanish speaking person, please have a proper laugh now! mi casa es su casa! it was a bloody attempt to learn spanish from a dictionary more than 12 years ago. and it defo failed. i did a spanish course a few years after but i forgot everything again. i could introduce myself and ask some very simple questions. i could even understand a bit (but more due to my blessed knowledged of latin). but, really, i dont know any spanish.

however, its not what im talking about here. i had dinner with friends yesterday again, which was really good. only two of them and i did the cooking. it was rather spontaneous. really nice. these kind of occasions are really nice to top up my social balance. it means that this is one thing i learned during the last year. doing a phd involves a lot of working and thinking alone. a hell of a lot. at the end, there is no one who know as much about your topic as you know. it is a bit loophole and more than tempting to stick to this pattern and try to work it all out on your own. but it doesnt work, nor is it healthy. you need something else. no matter what it is. either you talk about your topic with someone to get another opinion or just go out and drunk. it helps quite a lot. you ll see that there is a life beyond the desk and you can recharge the battery for just another round of papers and proposals. one of the main objectives for me now is to go out on a regular basis and/or to visit friends. and get things working.
however, there was a somehow festive day for me. for the first time in my life i got stopped by police in the night to have a breath test. im not proud of it and it showed me that i should stop this immoral behaviour. i had more drinks than allowed, i wasnt drunk tho. tipsy, yes, but not drunk. i took the test and stated that i had half a pint, I didnt say the whole truth to be really honest. i think i never lied this much before. the test was positive and showed a warning. the officer allowed me to finished my journey and recommended to have at least a one day's rest. nothing happened, except that i somehow changed my mind regarding driving. this was really a warning and nothing less.

dunno what to say. i have been driving tipsy or otherwise intoxicated (i can recall a trip back home from a gig where we had a few bits of weed, this is all i say) before but this was the first time i was stopped. and further from that, i think im defo too old to prove my manliness by driving toxicated. bloody hell, i should be a grown up by now.


p.s. and on tv there is stansted airport, my main hub to the world (something with nicole kidman)