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A highly drunken and hugely enjoyable evening, which I am insufficiently conscious to describe at all.

Suffice it to say that at one point, my rinking companion mistook Rowan Williams for Rowan Atkinson, with predictable results...

Sleep calls...

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Given the timing and content of the last post, it should come as no surprise that I am feeling somewhat rough this morning. Not the ideal circumstances to be going to London and cavorting for three hours tonight, but the blody will manage somehow.

The fact I fell over on my way back to the station and smackled both my knees doesn't help much either. Haven't done that for a while...

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One good reason for the drinking last night was that as of the Tuesday after New Year, I will be back in paid employment. With a 50-mile each way a day commute, admittedly, but the salary is sufficient to compensate for the (deep breath) £230 a month travel cost.

January is going to eat into the finances more than somewhat, however, because I have to cough up £220-odd to my beloved Institute too...

Now, if I can just survive today...

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Just watched Toy Story, as it's about the limit of my cerebral gymnastic ability today.

Was most amused to see that one of the co-screenwriters was none other than Mr Alternative God himself, Joss Whedon.

What next - Woody The Spaceman-Slayer?