:: Cordon Blergh... ::

Plans for today were scuppered thus:

- Gawain J arrived back from Brussels today with distressing news. He managed to "misplace" keys and wallet containing our address in the same location, provoking a security alert and the response "You twat" from me. Relations were altogether more cordial when I then spent my lunchbreak heading to and from Waterloo to give him my keys so he could get into the house before the landlord changes the locks. Woe betide him if there's no-one to greet me when I return tonight.

- Dodgy email. Might sound like a cop-out, but my email provider has recently been "upgraded". Cue lost mail (hence lost links & stuff I wrote at home), hours of irritation and worst of all, loss of valuable distraction material.

- Jude - where has the fucker been? I haven't seen him for over a month. Not bad considering he works about 10 minutes away from me: he rarely deigns to contact me these days. It is somehow entirely appropriate that he should suggest going out for a drink on the one day when I have a sizeable chunk of stuff to write - and the time in which to do it. Of course I accepted.

The culmination of all this filibustering is that I haven't finished my latest blog post in the twilight hour between work and leisure. Somehow I might summon the energy to complete it when I return to Devukha Dungeon.

In the meantime, you may spend the next few hours attempting work out which is these crap office-oriented practical jokes is the lamest. Roll on next Thursday...