I'm back, a little earlier than I expected. I can say for posterity that there is no archaeology whatsoever in Gloustershire! Well, unless you count a pit with barbed wire in it as archaeology. I have, however learnt how to herd sheep so it wasn't an altogether pointless job.
Now the question is, do I go on holiday to Greece for a month to enjoy cheap ouzo and cheaper women or do I buy a PS3 and play Oblivion while drinking vodka in my pants?
Now the question is, do I go on holiday to Greece for a month to enjoy cheap ouzo and cheaper women or do I buy a PS3 and play Oblivion while drinking vodka in my pants?
Welcome back.

