I shall be spending most of tonight in the pub. And most of tomorrow in various pubs. And generally continuing to avoid shopping hubs and supermarkets as much as feasibly possible.

Specifically at this time of year: just cover it in thousands of flashing lights and leave them up until February.

They want zero. Not net zero, actual zero.

Similarly, I don't get out of bed until my commute service is showing "At Platform" at it's point of origin on RTT. Too many times the previous leg of the diagram has been cancelled and my service still shows as running, even though there is no chance of there being a train present to run it.

I do this.
I'm from the frozen wastelands of the North, where escalator etiquette doesn't exist.
It pleases me to have a protocol to conform with.

Taproom is in a railway arch, which gets bonus points from me as it reminds me of Bermondsey.

Regular readers will know I'm not averse to a quiet solo beer or five, so this is by no means a disaster story.

And I've found a new craft beer tap room in Leeds that only opened a week or so ago, so all is far from lost.

It wasn't a date.

Like fuck am I paying a tax to go to Cornwall.

Ooh. I'll be at GNR (in a supporter capacity) More chance than average of bumping in to you.

In reality, we know "working round the clock" has been two teams calls a week, and a few emails chasing for updates.

Move to phase two...

England actually done well not to take all 10 and get put back in before close of play.

I mean, it's literally in his book. Mints, suncream and his trouser zip.

Didn't he admit to doing a ball tampering?

Great craft beer from Kiwi land that.

Fuck. Right. Off.