It’s quite opressive – I have only three days left to turn up at work with a hangover looking like I’ve been dragged backwards through a hedge. Going for an expresso and cognac just before midnight last night was the only way I could stay awake long enough to drink enough to achieve today’s head-swimming […]

When leaving work, make sure you wander around the office grinning like a demented rock-smoker who has just mugged a grandmother on her way to deposit 50 years of hard won savings at the bank after being told it would be safer than keeping it under her mattress. Set your mobile phone ring-tone to play

when something makes me want to wet myself, I care too much not to share. Or this if you’re after cartoon entertainment. Of course, my urge to share could be part of the crazy seretonin imbalance that accompanies only having 6.5 days left at work, before taking off to swan around the world some more.