The thing is, I'm not geared up for going out on Sunday nights. I am also not geared up for getting any MDP2 done if I insist on going out on the spur of the moment; a conversation that went something like this:

Doorbell rings, I answer. It's the Day.

"Hello mate, are you coming out? Swede's in the car and we're going to get Zeppelin"

"Not sure mate [thinking not really]"

... 30 seconds while the Day talks to Devito...

"OK I'll have a bottle"

We hopped into the car with our seven bottles of Nitroglycerin based drink and headed over to their house for a alcohol infused evening, with quite a lot of hilarious poker playing. We left just after Devito put on an incredible display that made the fountains at the Bellagio look like tap dripping - vomiting in the most comical yet revolting way possible. Thankfully he was well away from me at the time, but it wasn't pleasant at all. I've not seen that in a long long time, and I hope not to see it again.

We walked to Wild, went in and danced the night away. It was fun, no regrets, but wishing there was room for both Wild and work. On arrival back home I had a drunken chat with Swanny about my appalling excuse for a love life. If one thing Zeppelin has over other drinks is the ability to create total and utter pointless, deep conversation, and make it really interesting at the time. For example on Friday when I went out with the lads, we spent the best part of an hour debating religion (something I haven't done since a boozy night in Rome a good five years ago) and then another hour discussing the best parts of lesbianism, with a lesbian. A night I will not forget.

On Friday while at FND I bumped in Dan from Tours4. Despite him being one of my most regular clients for about a year, I had never actually met the guy up until this point. Apparently we're both fairly hard to track down.

I was disappointed at my handling abilities that night when I unceremoniously dropped two full pints - smashing them into mushy, glassy, purple piles, and then later in the evening was dowsed by a full-action Sean jumping on my back and accidentally emptying my own pint over my hair and shirt. By this point I was in a foul mood and just wanted to go home, which I did. I don't usually ever get like that, but I think my frustrations got the better of me.

After the weekend I am considerably happier, except that my USB drive has been left in my department and I'm praying that it's still there now. I've sent my special envoy to the Bridgeman (DDS) and he's due to report back soon.

Oh, and I think my phone number has finally swapped over people, so you shouldn't get any ridiculous and confusing numbers calling you now. The way Nick answered the phone to me the other day (a number he didn't recognise) made me laugh out loud.

James emailed yesterday, letting everyone know the ins and outs of his time in Kalamazoo, Michigan. Sounds fun. He even set up a blog, but it's only a good read if you have a Medical dictionary to hand and the best part of a day to read the content, although I am quite impressed at the quality of his text. Much easier to read than my convoluted, punctuation riddled trash.

Right, shower time.