I have got a Tesco Clubcard now!

My affection business cards are rather natty, I think. I like them, anyway.

Work was very productive! I researched the Ford Pinto and read lots about exploding fuel tanks and things. Ford are evil; they calculated the cost of replacing the fuel tanks with, er, safe ones, multiplied that by the number of accidents they thought there'd be, then decided it was cheaper to let people be engulfed in fireballs than it was to recall the cars. Quite a horrifying read, actually.

Grrry French sixpack boy Jeremy called to tell me he's coming over to London in May. It was an interesting call because I had English going on all around me and was typing English as well, so my head couldn't get into French. But given he doesn't speak much English (read any) my efforts were considered valiant. He was well lummy.

Jon's housewarming party (mixed in with the AI curry night) in the evening - which was very much a drunken affair. After work, we carted the office water cooler home in Mildred and then proceeded to Tesco to buy something like £50 worth (18 litres) of Red Bull substitute. This was then poured into the watercooler along with 3 litres of vodka. Needless to say, I spent most of my time sitting next to the watercooler.

Squeaky Liam showed, as did Rob and a few others. Our baby lesbians didn't turn up which meant there was more alcohol for us. Mark and Steve both showed their faces and were good fun. Mark's Blue Amex is very pretty. I think I might change mine to one of those because they're nicer.