Work was full of interruptions once more. CEO's PA came down to complain about non-working email which was amusing. Like I care; mine's working and I'm the web developer. So she stood infront of my desk and said "My email's not working!" so I looked up briefly and replied, "Oh well. Mine is." She stood at my desk a bit longer and I just added "Is there anything else?" to which she wandered off.

We got a MS contractor in in the afternoon to fix the Exchange server. And about fucking time. He didn't use a hammer.

D drove Jon and I up to the Granby in the evening and I drank an extraordinary amount of Smirnoff Ice. I don't remember how much, in fact, but I did pass out int he car on the way home and miss the entire journey. Oh well.

I do remember the night out, though. It was a fabulously debauched evening and I consumed the best part of a packet of fags - although they were other people's. Jayse turned up with a rather lush young man called Peter who I snogged for a while before he changed his mind and disappeared. That was terribly disappointing actually as he was a) really nice and smiley, b) good humoured, c) quite fit actually. Oh well. These things are sent to try us.