I've just concluded that advent calendars with chocolates in them are a bad thing. As a young kid I used to be quite excited to find out what picture was behind each door (the days before chocolate ones, or at least with tight parents that would never get us one) where as now I scoff the chocolate and couldn't even tell you if there was a picture let alone what it was... Seems to be missing the point some how!

S and I have just wussed out of a late night in town (although I'll get enough of those next week as it's work vendor party week!). We met up with some people from the UK who are over doing contract work with my employers for a few drinks and a meal. One of my colleagues characteristically turned up at near to 11pm just as S and I were beginning to have had enough. By the time we found the pub he was in we delivered one of the contractors in side and then caught the Luas home. Sad, but that's the way we are!

I'm nackered enough having just spent half the day playing carols in Bray with the band and that was after the bands Christmas Concert last night. Both events went well. The carols seemed to raise a lot of money and the concert was very good despite sounding pretty crap in the rehearsal just before. Problem is that the room we regularly rehearse in was nothing like the theatre we played in. The theatre everything sounded very exposed so people panicked and you could hear mistakes (certainly from where I was sitting - my own mainly) but the actual gig was brilliant. The band are doing a fund raising gig for our Uganda trip in April. Will have to try and record that.