Bloke phones up - "I'm two minutes away from . Its John's leaving do, and you'll be there".

So. After only 12 hours sleep in a week, I think: "one drink and I;m out".

But John has a PHD in microbiology, and we bullshit about work for four hours (all four of us).

So this is why typing is bad, and I need a taxi home.

Oh - John. Nice one. I'll put you and the "Dolly the sheep" guy in touch, if nothing else for fun.

Ouch. Need sleep. As I'm at Knockhill this weekend, mud-plugging...