So the people who do my printing took me out to the the races in York on Wednesday. I told my boss they were having an 'open day' rather than specifying that they were actually taking me to the races, and I've been avoiding him since then in case he asks me how it all went. How it all went was they broke out the champagne on the train to York and didn't let up until the end of the day. The box ...

I wasn't originally going to tell ya'll about this because frankly it's not a story that puts me in a particularly good light. However it had a kind-of odd epilogue yesterday which has prompted me to reveal all, in spite of my shame. So the other week Ade and my two wonderful flatmates all went to see The Pipettes (who were delightful, as always- if you haven't seen them, do check out their vide ...