Adieu, Horatio

The NJK's (Nick and Nicky - no, i'm not kidding), have left the room. All the best for Bulgaria and hopefully see you next year. It was a pleasure working and sharing an office with you, and conducting various classified experiments upon you.

Doris won't stop crying, and the donkey has changed his name to spare his reputation any further slurs.

Thoughts on Tarquin's leaving thang on Thursday:

• The Harp was excellent
• The Mongolian Barbecue was as expected
• Lowlander was closed
• Can't remember the other places

My apologies to 'Holster Girl' for repeated infractions and profound thanks to KebabMan™, the urban superhero who visited me at 3.30am and deposited an AlmostLikeItsFresh™ kebab in my hands. I can still taste it.