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I’d been warned that today would be fairly horrible, on account of the fact we were to be locked in a room - staff and freelance alike - and not allowed out until we’d come up with a list of nominees for this year’s awards ceremony.

So, after a lot of reshuffling we bagged the boardroom, filled it with coffee and sugary sweets, and pulled down the blinds to block out the view and keep us focused.

In the end, though, it was actually rather good. We started bang on time at 9.15 and worked through until a very long and protracted lunch at the Turkish restaurant down the road. It took forever for them to sevre us, partly on account of the fact that the chef insisted on spending his whole time spinning kebabs while twirling himself around on a swivel chair that barely put him high enough to see the barbeque.

Oh, and they built the big barbeque right underneath the smoke alarm, which wasn’t a good move as it meant it spend the whole time we were there going off. In the end they unplugged it. Very naughty.

So, we resumed later than we’d planned, but were still out of there by half six which, according to those who have done it before, is something of a record.

Now, though, I’m worn out. I just want to slide into bed, but it’s Friday night and it seems somewhat wasteful to do that. I did go out for a drink with them all when we were done, and I was the last to leave the pub, but still it’s only 11 and in that time I’ve managed to travel home from London and grab something to eat.

It was an early start, though: I was in work just after eight, so it’s been a 13 hour day if you add on the PR-whoring at the end of it.

Does that excuse me?

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