Well I made it out of Doncaster alive. Its got to be one of the roughest places on earth (closely followed by Grantham, which by the way the train passed though but didn’t stop. If it did I would imagine by the time it pulled out the station I would be on bricks! I could have sworn the train driver put his foot down when Grantham was sighted on the horizon).

We arrived on the Tuesday and was quickly informed by the locals that Tuesdays were the best nights to go out though Tuesdays and weekends will require an escort if you want to make it back alive they said! Wasn’t going to let that spoil anything though.

I had travelled up with a colleague, Holly and although we’ve always managed to have a laugh at work, we were determined not to be any different despite the fact that we were stuck in the grim North. Putting the company’s money to good use we blew it all on a couple of bloody good nights out, eating drinking and talking constantly about anything and everything. I really enjoyed my time up there

We both worked extremely hard, training some really nice people on a topic thats guarenteed to bore anyone and as well as having a couple of fun nights out, I like to think I made a really great friend in the process too.

The people we trained are coming down here next week to continue with our work and we’re taking them out on the town afterwards. How disappointed they’re going to be with our sleepy little town.