Maybe going out with a cold isn't a good idea. I remember at about three am this morning a real pain in both sinuses and that was through the alcohol. Not a good thing. This morning I am feeling surprisingly fresh although piecing together the conversations from last night is a little hard. I know who I spoke to, just not what about and how long for.

Last night was Lloyds and Echos. It was set to be a disaster before I got out of the door. Jono called me at about 8.30pm saying the cab was here (we're not that damn stupid in this weather). I was not ready and hurriedly got dressed. All sense of co-ordination disappeared when I realised I couldn't find a matching pair of socks, hence a black/blue sock combo. I also forgot my phone, a critical element in speaking to, well, anyone.

I had a good night. I don't think it started brilliantly, but it did get better. I even got to add another famous person to my list. Becca from Hollyoaks. God, I'm so A-Class celebrity now. I challenged Spiller to get her and Becca to go in on a three-way kiss for a fiver, but despite Splidges' usual willingness to take people up on drunken challenges, she refused. I can't say I'm that surprised.

During the night I also managed to lift Swan's passport from his back pocket. I had every intention of returning it, but I forgot to and he's probably around Zoe's stressing about where it is. Actually if you know Swan this is clearly a lie. The last time he was stressed about anything was when he ran out of beer and didn't want to go out in the cold to pick up another crate.

Jono was out too, and when we got back we got "all deep and philosophical" until 5am. I know this means my level of awakeness is only temporary and I'll be asleep again by four.

Sean was out but elsewhere so we didn't see him. As far as I know Jim was out too. I was worried that if he tried to phone me he wouldn't be able to get in touch due to my forgetfulness, but when I checked my messages this morning the only txt/missed call I had was from Gwyz. Nice to know I got sacked off there; they're all like that in bloody Lichfield.

Today means I need to do some work. DesignWeek is upon me and my output needs to increase, or at least begin. Come on Higgs, pick up that fineliner, you've got work to do.