Got a training thing this morning which I can’t be arsed with. Luckily, my bit is at the end - and usually these things overrrun so I’m hoping that I won’t have to speak for more than five minutes.
Had a dream last night that I was due to go on-stage at the King’s Lynn Corn Exchange (in front of a sold-out audience) and headline a comedy set. Except I had prepared no jokes at all. I was also mid-way through re-stringing my guitar when I was called on-stage.
Will watch last night’s GBBO tonight. Sadly I know who leaves because some dickhead (not @thewarn) was reading an article about it in front of me on the train.