How quickly the years fly by. Last night was the Creative St Patrick’s party, which is always well attended and well worth attending. It barely seems a year since I was falling down the stairs at the end of the last one and somehow staggering to the station.

This year I was much better behaved: a single pint of Guinness to avoid slumping back into illness, and far too much of the greasy food that was doing the rounds. I probably shouldn’t have gone, but I was on one of those post-ill highs when you feel as fresh and bouncy as a lamb in a field of fresh mint. Besides, the sun had been shining all day - so much so that it was far too hot to walk around with a coat, and there was topless bathing in the square behind John Lewis - so the whole city felt smiley.

Today was much the same. Full of brightness, with the sun full on my desk all day, which makes for blinding proofing.

Popped into Virgin on the way home to buy The Incredibles. They had it stacked deep and high, as you’d expect, but at the same time were having a mad 5 DVDs for

1. Toastabags
   John Lewis sells an extraordinary number of things I could never find a use for in life. And that's just the kitchen department. We got...
   
   
2. Broomfield
   It rained non-stop from the time I woke up, until four this afternoon, leaving me prowling the house feeling somewhat frustrated. After so much good...
   
   
3. Just like Radio 4
   What's the worst thing that could happen during a job interview? Perhaps a fire alarm. Fortunately I was the interviewer rather than the interviewee, but...