Come in number six, your time is up...

Since getting back to South Yorkshire I've been working at Castleton in Derbyshire on Sheffield University's dig there.It's been quite a change from the York University dig. On the one hand there is only ten students as appose to ninety. also there are only four trenches on the site. Curiously (or not, if you know Colin and his methods), the trenches were not numbered sequentially but rather in the order the foliage was removed from them so instead of going east to west as 1,2,3 & 4, the trenches went 1,3,2 & 4. At least working with Colin keeps you on your toes. Anyhoo, Tim was there, he'd been running around for the previous days like a blue arsed fly trying to keep the trenches in running order whilst Colin railed against either the Labour Party or Sheffield University. I showed up and put everything right. Actually I didn't, I showed up and made bad jokes and flirted with the girls. My usual way of dealing with site work. I went down to the Deli in Hope Village and was served by a rather surly woman, who made the most fantastic food. My Lemon Pepper Chicken sandwich really freaked young Ryan out. 'What's wrong with just ham on a sandwich?' he asked. 'The lack of any flavour' said I.

Ryan's food Heaven, my food Hell...

I awoke this morning to the sounds of my parents moving about. 'Christ,' I thought 'They're up early.' I then realised I'd not set my alarm and I was late for work. I called Tim and he berated me about not getting up. As I was going through Sheffield Tim called me back and told me the trenches were already flooded and it was siling it down so I would be better off back in bed. I turned the car around. I met Mark in Rotherham just this afternoon. I had gone in to buy a couple of things and try to sort out the phone that Dave had given me ages ago. It needs unlocking so I can use my Sim card in it. It also needs a charger so I can put some battery power into it. I found out I also need to find out what operating system it uses so I can get it unlocked. So it looks like it's not getting unlocked and is worse than useless. I also tried to pay £38 into the bank in small change. But, although it is Saturday and the only day most people can get to the banks, the tills were all shut and the two girls, who's only job it seemed to be was making sure nobody broke or robbed the cash machines, told me it would be impossible to pay my money in. I was thinking while I was discussing it with them 'why can't you do it for me?' The only thing that didn't make it a wasted trip was a long discussion with Mark over a J2O about comics, vampires and Quentin Tarantino.

A real Vampire, not one of those Cyber-Goth-Sunglasses-wearing-Psuedo-Vampires that seem to be everywhere these days...