How I got drunk last night is beyond me. One minute I'm protesting it's never going to happen - never - not tonight. Tonight is work night. Then the next thing I know I'm in a taxi heading into town with Sean, Devito and the Swan. I think this is where the root of the problem lies.

At about 10.30pm I was thinking nice things like "shower" and "bed", then suddenly I get this random phone call from Sean (I identified by his trademark 'subtle' tones) asking if I'd saved everything on the computer. He didn't wait for a reply, and promptly hung up. Thirty seconds later there is a muffled discussion going on outside my door. It didn't take two seconds to realise they were weighing up flicking the trip switch for my room, and so forcing me to give up my work and do my usual Monday night at Echos, which I had chosen to forfeit this week due to the lack of work caused by similar activities last week. So the switch tripped, thankfully not turning my computer off (I can't work out why or how) and I was bundled by all three. A swift exchange occurred,

"Come on, come on... [some pain inflicted]"

"I'm not coming out tonight..."

"Come on, come on [further pain inflicted]"

"OK"

That is how the battle was lost. I actually had a good night (I knew I would. Even though I had to work, I was well up for "Part-ay" involvement).

This morning I met up with Pennell. It was the first time we'd seen each other since the Schools Daily Mail Cup quarter finals back at OSH and we spent our time talking about his new business venture. At the moment his arm is in a sling after finally getting his longstanding rugby injury fixed. The guy hasn't played since the end of lower sixth form due to this malignant injury - over two years to get it sorted. That's pretty awful.

It's even worse for his brother. Last Monday Chris (who captain's the school 1st XV and is a leading light in rugger generally) managed to break his leg playing for Worcs. That probably means a year off the game. I feel well sorry for the lad; he was destined to go straight into a rugby career. Worcester still want him, but of course he's going to have to wait to see how things pan out. I hope it turns out well - it couldn't have happened to a nicer bloke.

I was pleased to find John is going home this weekend. Looks like transport back isn't going to be too bad, but he will have to drop me off directly at the NEC for this Elvis Concert my dad had booked for his birthday.

Tonight is Work Night and I mean it with all my heart. If I don't get some done now I really will be screwed - Friday is approaching at a pace and I've still got a lot to contend with. Onwards.