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And so we end another exciting week in the neverending soap opera that is my employers.

Or at least we would end it, were it not that I have to come in tomorrow, and maybe even half of Sunday too, just to try and keep one nostril above the waterline.

Ain't life a dandy thing?

Thinks...

Do you think I should draw some kind of inference from the fact that, next to the place I was working at at a clients this morning, someone had carelessly left a chainsaw lying about?

I could certainly think of some uses for it, especially given that, as I sit in my eyries above the pizzas, the assembled pikey population of Ely is screaming and vomiting its way through Friday night on the High Street below me.

Well, maybe another time...

And on that note, it's back to the second half ofthe Untouchables (great film, terrible accent - you can almost see Connery remember every ten minutes that he's supposed to Irish, and slip in a muted begorrah)