Rat

Got the train down to Tyneside and spent the morning commiserating with colleagues and doing last minute tinkering with student groups. Then I went to the Sage to meet up with a couple of tutor chums and a retired colleague for lunch - the topic of conversation was inevitable.

I decided not to go back to the office to endure the spectacle of one of the men in suits "explaining" the recent bombshell to us. I'm not confident of being in control of my language yet. As I walked back to the station I came across a dead rat under the south tower of the Tyne Bridge, lying in a sea of old guillemot kittiwake shit. Summed up the week so far, really.