Well there we go. That was my last day in the office for a week. And after a week and a bit of fantastic weather, the good run finally broke, and I ended up walking home in the pouring rain. Fortunately I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, so I didn’t find myself riding the train in soaking wet jeans, which would be very uncomfortable.

I can’t say I’m too worried about the break in the weather; certainly not as much as I might have been. Tomorrow most of the team heads off to Leeds for Chris of the Brennan’s wedding. There seemed to be something rather wrong in saying ’see you all tomorrow’ to everyone as they left on a Friday evening.

And after that, it’s off to Tenerife for a week on a press trip. A quite bizarre choice of venue, but to prove it’s work I do actually have two meetings a day, every day. I suspect the fringe benefits will be worth it, though, and we seem to be staying in a lovely hotel.

So, in honour of Chris’s last night as a single man, it’s time we cracked open the last batch of photos from his stag do - the infamous sick-into-a-bin volume. Never before have I seen a man bend at a precise 90 degrees to be sick. He really should be applauded.

These pictures were all taken by Keith using a camera phone.

1. The person I am this week
   I am a different person to the person I was this time last week. The person I am this week has laid a carpet The...
   
   
2. That was the week that was
   It's so hot, yet while I melt quietly in my seat Oscar, who wears a fur coat all day long, is cool in my hands....
   
   
3. A fresh start
   Alphabetti Spaghetti isn't called Alphabetti Spaghetti any more. It's Spaghetti Letters now. I know, because I bought two cans of the stuff in Tesco this...