Wooo - last day in the office before a week on holiday. And what a strange day. Clive’s birthday presentation, and Emilie’s leaving speech and gift back-to-back. It felt quite momentous, even though they’ll both still be working in the same office this time next week.

Still, it’s always nice to give presents.

I worked late, as is custom for the day before you go away, then did an interview on BBC London about this Blaster worm that’s doing the rounds. All told, I ended up trooping out of the office some time around half seven, up to Jerusalem to say goodbye to Mark for the week, then weaving my way back across Soho to find Scott and his stag do.

He had a Pub Crawl Passport on the table, and there were already seven ‘pint’ stamps in it by the time I arrive, which perhaps explains the semi-lucid conversation about ‘bum sex’ (his quaint words).

Mindful of the fact it’s V2003 this weekend, I left just after nine. I didn’t fancy an hour on a train full of rucksacks.

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