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I feel like I've been smashed over the head with several too many pints of over-priced Becks Vier.

Funny that...

Uh oh...

I have a bizarre urge to count nuclei, so, hangover notwithstanding, I AM GOING TO WORK.
Yes I am.

How keen am I?! We wants a nice full data set, we wants it pressssssssssssshussssssssssss we does.

I suspect that today will run as follows, however:

- leave house to get train
- train is late
- swear at train
- miss connection
- ogle aeroplanes taking off and landing at the airport whilst I wait for next train
- miss next train
- do Guardian cryptic
- arrive in Holborn juuuuust in time to go to George's leaving do
- reactivate last nights drunksplosion with a mere half-glass of Liebfraumilch
- pass out in the darkroom
- wake up at 3am with head in developing tank

Ho hum. Once more unto the breach/breech/beech/beach? ect ect