I feel drunken on a Tuesday night despite the fact I've had less than 3 beers. Still, faring better than Lucy, with whom I shared 2 pints after work and is apparently now regurgitating her evening cauliflower cheese. Possible the beer, despite being £3.63 a pint, was a bit rubbish.

All go at work, literally. Keeping life interesting if nothing else. Dreaming of escaping and become a Page 3 photographer or a truck driver like I used to wish for as a kid. Or, even better, a Truck Driving Page 3 photographer. Imagine the possibilities....