I got a letter from the CEO of Sainsbury's today which was a pleasant surprise. Reading it showed that it was quite obviously better thought out than the one I got the other day. I'm glad it arrived, actually, as otherwise I would've sent off my stroppy one that I'd prepared yesterday. As it happened, I was somewhat placated by his tone so wrote and sent off a suitable response.

Attitude rang me up to give me a free copy, which was quite sweet. I got asked to write a short piece for Outcast magazine which I penned in the evening. Nigel read it and said I had "excellent, dry witty style" which made me smug for a while.

Giles left today. First of the rats, I think. We all piled down to the pub for lunch and stayed there for a little longer than we should've done. I'm on plastic at the moment as I seem to have miscalculated things and hit my overdraft limit. Annoying. I shall deal with that on Tuesday and wire some cash in. Doh!

Lyssa invited me to her housewarming a little late. Alexi - similarly last minute - asked if I wanted to go up to Birmingham for the opening night of his bloke's new club. I didn't even have to bargain sex for the VIP tickets, so if all goes to plan I'll be up there tomorrow night boogying away. I've got crash space if I want it as well. I can drink! Rah!