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Word has grabbed my drooping ear that an ex-colleague, now resident in the Nottingham environs, is off speed-dating tonight.

Given that thwlady in question is the firm's most motorious ever man-eater, and is completely unable to take a drink without turning into a complete Beast (and yes, the capital letter is necessary), the effects of this could be interesting.

In particular, I wonder whatever became of Mono's favourite emotional train-wreck, as he too was based not a million miles from Nottingham, and had a penchant for speed-dating.

The results would be briefly hysterical - she'd reduce him to his component atoms in about ten minutes...

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The guy in the next office is trying to explain the whole theory and practice of double-entry book-keeping to one of our new starters in 20 minutes. He doesn't sound like he's having a lot of fun.

In other news, I'm trying to plan a weekend of Open House stuff - this is inevitably tiring, as with so much to choose from, paring down what you really want to do becomes bloody difficult. Why, for instance, I have a deep yearning to visit the Neasden Underground Bunker, is a question for a less scrambled age...