A particularly bad teleconference day yesterday - getting little in the way of actual work done whilst spending hours watching my life ebb away. Still, the last pitched battle was entertaining. Starting to feel sorry for the poor folks who have to do this on a daily basis, with no chance of parole.

Last night - went uptown to meet Crazy Vezey. Picture the scene - two grown adults, one location in central London, and both of us had changed mobile numbers. I eventually tracked him down by brute force searching, and a jolly fine time was had by all.

I just didnt feel like getting up this morning - waiting for the train on the chilly Chiswick railway station at 6:30 just didnt work for me.