Yours truly is off for five days to Doncaster (doesn't look like a hugely inspiring place from the photos I've checked on the interweb, but there you go.) My union, RMT, has a training centre there and I'm going for a spell with the comrades to discuss lots of leftie stuff and do plenty of verbal boss bashing.
I am taking my little laptop from whence all this endless nonsense belches into the ether and from there flops onto your screens. If I can get an internet connection I'll blog away merrily from the Inuit territory that makes up anything north of Exeter. If I can't get a connection, I'm afraid that's it until probably Sunday next.
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