Thank fuck for the pub
It's great when Chief Executives give you their assurance that they'll take you on when you're finished at TNG. I think so anyway. His dad then had a chat to me about lots of stuff, he reminded me a bit of bernard cribbins, then he departed and left me with half a bottle of red plonk, which was nice of him. Then the husband of someone else who works for the company got me a very nice 16 year old whisky, which was gorgeous.
Needless to say, my head hurts a bit.
Needless to say, my head hurts a bit.