If there were just three wishes I could be granted, the first one would be lots of hot girls, the second one would be world peace and the final one would be a hangover cure.

I was going to write something last night, but Sean's over eager attempt to go out resulted in us leaving the house at 8.30pm to make the Friday Night Collection from Bargain Booze. I wasn't even feeling 'up for it' after trudging through the day half awake, half asleep. For me it would have been good enough just to have a lemsip and a good film. Instead what we got was a pre-Union wine party around Tongy's. The only reason it can be called a wine party is because we had three bottles of the cheapest, nastiest vino that they could sell us - the rest of the stash was made up entirely of Fosters.

Tongy and Broomy mixed up some House on the decks in between playing a few games. By the time the taxi arrived we were all fairly stoked. Some sympathy for Tongy who ended up drinking a ridiculous number of fines - originally it was fixed so he always picked up the last King, but then even when he got involved on the rigging of the game, he managed to lose again, which goes to show that you can just be a genuinely unlucky person.

I submitted my ideas for my department Christmas card yesterday. I don't really like the one design, but the one I've put an image up of is the one I'm hoping they will consider. If it gets chosen I'm in for a cool 50, which won't be a wasted prize. I have this nasty feeling my trusty iPod is beginning to show it's age and the past couple of days it hasn't been playing ball (or music for that matter). Hopefully the issue will resolve itself before I decide on a rather expensive personal Christmas gift.

The house at the moment it either ridiculously hot, or sublimely cold. We haven't quite figured out timings yet and it's really annoying to not know whether you should be putting on your sandals or ski boots. One thing is for sure though - it's definitely not warm outside.