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Canon throws the best Christmas Parties. Practically everyone turned out last night, it seemed, and the drink and food seemed to be neverending. In fact, there was so much of it I rode the train home feeling thoroughly sick from overindulgence. Opposite me sat a man with a ferret or stoat (I’m not sure of the difference) sitting in the inside pocket of his jacket, from where it surveyed the rest of the carriage as he stroked its silky head.

The party was at Bar Blanca down by Piccadilly Circus - a mid-sized venue with an enormous bar where they welcome you with very creamy Pina Coladas before shuffling you quickly onto the ever-flowing wine.

Across town, Clive was winning himself a table football table at the Adobe party while dotted around the periphery of central London we counted no less than eight or nine other parties to which one or other of us had been invited.

As the night wore on, it turned into something of a PCW reunion, with me, Dylan, Ems, Kathryn, Mark, Jalal, Jason, Will, Will, Rory and Clive all bumping into each other at one point or another around a random corner, and I ended up feeling very worse for wear by the time I woke up this morning.

What I got up to, I don’t know, but I couldn’t move my arm, and driving to the station I could barely do the gears. I made it there in the end, though, and had enough control of my thumb to have a lengthy and rather surreal conversation with someone (I don’t know who) on the train, entirely by Bluetooth.

I was deleting some naff pictures of the party when a new message popped up on my screen from someone calling themselves ‘Hacker’:

Hacker: Muppet Lolly

So I replied…

Meeester Nik: Kermit lover

And a moment later, back came a reply…

Hacker: Give me Miss Piggy any time.
Meeester Nik: I’m more of a Gonzo man myself.
Hacker: You tart! Gonzo is a slut!
Meeester Nik: And you’re saying Miss Piggy isn’t

Where it all came from, I don’t know - I can’t bear the Muppets. Who Hacker was, I don’t know, either. I’ll be catching the 0846 again on Monday, though, and see if we can continue the conversation.

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