Another day of hard physical graft, Newton. You must sleep like a baby compared to us keyboard-warriors!
Morning, all. Off to the big city to ply my filthy trade today, then out for leaving drinks with one of the brighter stars from the London office today.
Tomorrow I hope to collect my car from Dub Customs which hasn't quite had all the work done that I'd hoped (geniuses, but busy as h3ll and maybe not always great at scheduling) but will at least be blessed with some automotive prophelactycs on its nose and on its roof, to protect it from rookshite and stones. It may also have a couple of cheeky but subtle stripes.
Have a good Thursday, all. Andy, happy birthday to Liz.