The. Crushing. Hangover. Bah. Works do last night. Ajaz just decided to take the company for a drink coz he was in the mood or something. Mind you, we did just get named the agency of the decade by Revolution magazine, which is kinda cool Drunken conversations with work people are always bad. Bad bad bad. Bah. Left the do and got a cab to the Edge where I was meeting a guy called Peter. Bad first impression, I was late and wankered. Mind you, he was pissed too and it wasn’t a shag thing it was mainly a “let’s go get drunker and converse about crap” thing. He just split with his ex and I did too (well, not “just” but not that long ago!) so it was cool. General fluffy feeling that the night was fun but can’t really remember specifics. Fell asleep on teh buz on the way home so had to walk home from somewhere in the vicinity of Blackwall. Gah! Oh well. My “Morrissey, the CD singles 91-95” box set arrived. So now I have various very very cool songs including Alsatian Cousin (Live) and “You’ve had her”. Which I love. <>Me loves. And Jaq the ripper <>