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Well guys, it's finally happened.
I've cracked.
I'm not going to pretend that everything's ok anymore.
The jist is...I'm not organising anything again. Don't expect me to.
And I'm not going on holiday with you lot. How can we expect to survive 2 weeks when we can't even plan one night?
I doubt most of you will read this. Or care. So, whatever.