It is DAY 3 now I suppose. Two more jobs in the pipeline, one for The Square, a nasty bar in town. I walked past last night and saw that they were hiring so I popped in and asked the bar staff (all dressed as police or army) for an application form. I then took it to Spoons and asked the lady behind the bar for a pen. While I did this a massive and quite scary chap asked about the rolled up piece of paper in my hand. I explained and he seemed satisfied. Then he asked where I was going. 'Dogma' I replied. 'I can't go there. I'm barred' he quietly informed me. When I asked why, he shrugged. But really, he must know.
To Dogma indeed and I danced with the Designousaur, the two of us looking like a right pair of wallies. He and I have an idea, tour the pubs of Nottingham as errant air guitar players. We would carry a massive stereo full of Led Zepp and Aerosmith tunes and our act would be our guitar simulation. A true winner in my opinion.

In other news: The clampdown on underage drinking is a touch draconian. I was refused service because I only had my SU card. This is fair beans. Bar Staff are asked not to accept them because of ease of forgery of birth date. However, Uni of Notts cards are not easy to forge, have a chip and mine says 'taught postgraduate'. I'm not sure what's wrong with drinking under the age of 18 anyway.