Kind: Notes

Thanks to those of you who put up with me being mopey last night and eventually fixed it by getting me drunk. That was fab, thanks.

Hangover’s starting to kick in, now.

Right: Paul, Claire, Matt and I are off up to the PWL gig in Manchester. We’ll all be back in town on Sunday afternoon.

Oh yeah, here’s some more information on the gig, the venue, blah blah blah.

I’ve had enough of it already.

That is all.

Well; apparently our new year in industry person, Suzanna, won’t be working for us after all. She called up this morning to say that she had accepted a placement elsewhere.

Claire and I will be back in Aberystwyth by about 8:45pm: if you want to come over and let us bore you with video clips from our holiday and stories and whatnot, we’ll feed you Toblerone and a glass or two of sangria. See you at The Flat at a quarter to nine if you want in. You know who you are.

Tonight at 8, if anybody’s interested. “Future Boy” and “Ghiblies” are on the cards, as is “Naruto” if either (a) Paul brings some, (b) Not-Gay Gareth brings some, or (c) I acquire some by then. See you later!