We spent last night at a hotel in Worcester, at the evening reception for a friend-and-ex-colleague’s wedding, and very nice it was too. Met up with a good selection of ex-colleagues, drank a good quantity of beer, and managed to stay vertical, which seemed to be a matter of surprise to some people. I found that my reputation precedded me: some sort of outrageous fabrication about excessive drink seems to be responsible.

Anyway congratulations to Chris & Michela (dammit, I’m going to have to check the spelling) . I’ve discovered a new dislike for Paul Williams, as he still hasn’t got fat or grey. Bastard. (just joking!)

I managed to forget the camera, so the only photo I have of the happy couple is a dodgy burry cameraphone jpeg.

What is the point of camera phones then?