Sheffield: Sex City

As you may have gathered from the dearth of posts over the past few weeks, I've "gone dark" (as Jack Bauer would say).

I'm actually using the internet quite a lot, but at the moment it's for USEFUL stuff like job-hunting, so there's no time for blogging, much as I would like to!

But to fill you in before I disappear again, Beatriz and I are currently living with my mate Jim and his girlfriend up north in Sheffield, the home of Arctic Monkeys and Pulp. I'm averagely busy, applying for jobs in the public sector, hopefully in some kind of advising-members-of-the-public-of-helpful-things role. Beatriz meanwhile is settling into life in England with reasonable success.


From this morning's conversation on the subject of cultural differences:

"They're selling Christmas decorations?! But there's still four months to go."
"Don't worry. Although it's not uncommon around this time of year, it still seems as unfathomable to us as it does to you."


And that's all I've got time for this evening I'm afraid. Oh yes, and my elbow's a lot better, thanks for asking.