Friday lunchtime and all is well. Weather very hot outside, inside the agency an air of slightly jaded cheeriness after large party last night, on an S&M theme and organised by my chums in finance.

After yesterday's evening of steady quaffing, and heroic efforts with the knife and fork, plan A was to melt away after showing my face.

However it turned into a fun evening, with an excellent drag artiste providing ritual humiliations and songs, plus other fun to be had licking vodka from pornographic ice sculptures and on two occasions being attacked by Max with her leather flay, despite the fact that due to prengnancy she stuck to drinking coke. And it was only while dancing with a six foot inflatable penis at about 9:30 did the call of the seagull assert itself again.

Managed to return home on the train without exposing genitals to anyone which made a welcome change to the night before.

Anton working in London today, so commuted in with him this morning. He told me about his new craze which is "smoking", a form of carcinogenic advanced barbecuing apparently.

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