Jeezus... my guts still hurt. You'd know I was out on the tear with Neilo, Mrs Mills and Hanah Bin Kuk lastnight... Even Sarita Bin Jagpal was there! And it was all gravy Guinness.

This morning -- around 8:45 -- however, it had all gone wrong. I haven't been that hungover for some time. Even when I felt like shite in Dublin (which was very shite indeed) last month, it still wasn't as bad as the post-Guinness+champagne+Aftershock after-effect that greeted myself and Neil. Mrs Mills being in a shite mental state when he turned up meant that I felt like less of an anomaly (am I talking a different language?). Options 1 and 2 of the above list headed off on their Tour at lunchtime; in fact, they're doing that right now. I, meanwhile, am sitting in front of a computer with a bottle of red wine (very showbiz, me) and a health-conscious glass of water to one side, just in case the tremors kick in..... too late: there I go.

And James keeps sending me plots with science in them and my head can't do thinking today. Must fix that...