My Ears Are Ringing

Right, if this happens a wee bit too often, it might get kind of unsustainable in the long term. After a hearty Indian dinner at Khan's Restaurant with the Sister, who's still in town, I met up with a group from school at O'Neill's along Upper Street, in the Islington area. It's ostensibly an unassuming Irish pub by day, but which transforms into a rather happening clubbing venue in the evenings. So, conjure up your impressions of what typically happens at such places on a Friday night. I'm still wondering how best to refer to these new people in my life, but for now, perhaps it might be safe just to say that we were a group of seven - myself, plus two Americans, two Canadians, a German and a native Brit. We've been hanging out pretty much over the past few days, so perhaps we should see more of each other in the coming term at least. Given that the class is rather large, it's nice to have a small group to hang around with.

All in all, it was also a pretty neat way to spend a nice day out...