Working from home tomorrow. Should get a chance to fix my puncture I hope. Also, should get a chance to work out why on earth my Exchange 2000 server appears dead. Wish someone would hurry up and phone me and tell me when that damn interview is. Ugh. Busker playing guitar shittily in the tube carriage. “Everything’s gonna be alright”. It so isn’t. Dan gave me a lift back to London as he lives near Wimbledon - we figured it’d be safer than trying to work out where the fuck Cobham station is by road, as neither of us knew. He suggested the mud path then mentioned that he might need a Sherman Tank to do it...so I ended up at Hammersmith - fortunately I’ve been there before, taking the tranny to the hospital, so I knew my way to the station. Abandoned the choob as he was a bit annoying. Jumped on a number 8 instead. Now stuck in traffic but in a good way. Someone has projected hearts all over the big arch thing in Grosvenor square. Very odd. Thinking about going for a drink tonight but not sure as there’s crap all to do on a Tuesday. All the pretty christmas lights get me down