My feet are bloody freezin! At least the coffee is hot. Maybe I should pour the coffee over my feet.....hmmmm. maybe not.

I am sort of trying to catch up on posts and stuff, but have to have a shower soon and get dressed as we are orft to the pub for lunch.

Right, oh yeah!

Office drinky thing on friday - we travelled many a mile to the boozer. Well OK we walked over the road to the pub that is practically oposite the main entrance to our office and due to the total lack of big bosses talking about work for fecking hours had a very good time. I think I drank a number of pints of guiness (6 ish?)

Some on said "Are we going to have a whip?" and I said "Yayy! we're going to soho" and bounced up and down in my chair like an excited kid. But we were not. Well some of the chaps went for a meal in Chinatown later but I came back to rancho collapso while I could still walk.

Yesterday woke up with a mouth that tasted like stoat had died in it and headed off to that there fancy the london and went about the business of pointing my camera at things, drinking things and eating things. All down by the river. What is it with me and rivers? I really love them.

Went to some of the places we have had london blog piss ups in as well and remembered how well every single blogger behaved at all of them. Ahem.

Anyway must go get showered and dressed and go to the lunchy pub place.

In other gadet news, a very wonderous and generous person has given me their old mobile phone, which is not that old. So now I have a phone that can recieve pictures! (its a motorola skinny thin wossname phone - yeah, thats its name) So no more having to go to the vodafone website to retrieve the "sent while tired and emotional" pictures then.