  Oh lord. First there was the hangover. Then there was the cringe factor. Now there is the general sorry state of this office, my work situation, my coworkers (pass me a chainsaw, i can make it better).
I could do with a transplant, hole in the ground, general emergency exit. While I am delighted in my new blog status (some spankin changes you might notice) and the joys of online publishing at large, it is comforting to discover that there are some things that do not warrant advertisement. I have secrets again. It's nice. I went to urlLink Londinium yesterday evening, and spent a rather balmy (if flailing) evening drinking white whine(sic) on Marylebone high street. It was lovely, but I needed a urlLink durum cos frankly starvation+alcohol=embarassing situations and I really should know better. Dave and I reminisced about the good old days telling bad jokes and being geeky and Ben and I reminisced about the good old days when he was after Ali McLeod and I was the sad geek getting in the way of his footsie tactics.
It's nice to be remembered fondly. Today I feel wretched. but how good are dippy boiled eggs with salt and soldiers? Answer. Bloody marvellous. A good start to a bad day I feel. Must eat more. 
