Went out for Dom's leaving drinks last night at the Pumphouse, which served well to remind me why although I like the people I work with, I'm glad I don't hang out with them all the time...

Found myself craving fish and chips at the point where the conversation started revolving around stuff I had absolutely no interest in but then couldn't get a word in edgeways for another half hour after I'd phoned Mike from the loo to tell him that i was coming home.Didn't want to just get up and walk out so I ended up being stuck there, waiting for the chance to announce my departure. Maybe I should stop being so socially conscious and polite when I'm bored/hungry and be more of a cunt.

Anyhow, cod and chips really was the answer, although Mike wouldn't kiss me afterwards as I tasted like fish. Spoken by the man who eats heinz sandwich spread - what can I say? Two bottles of Katy Rose meant that i slept like a baby, didn't want to get up this morning and now I'm as horny as hell. Again. H.Ren reckons I'm on heat. I think she might be right.