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It's so sad. My braincells dying in their millions... I weep for them.

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...or, in other words, it is entirely possible I might be just the teeniest tiniest bit hungover from last night at the office Christmas party which was, all things considered, as these events go, pretty good actually. We went to the Cittie of York pub in Holborn, apparently the second oldest pub in London, which is a cool grand old building. I was drunk without being disgraceful, and can show my face on Monday without fear.

Right, Christmas shopping.