School's out

I deserve to have the mother of all hangovers today but woke up relatively unscathed. What a result.

What a cracking night: First to be eliminated from a dance off; £80 poorer; a pair of retro sunglasses lighter; no puking in my head of dept's house (which was a distinct possibility) and my dignity still in tact - at least I think it is...

So, without wanting to waste a single day in the hols, I (and Jeremiah) took to the golf course. We were poor. We were really poor, so we stopped after 11 and headed for the 19th hole.

More ale and a bbq now - will catch up with you folks on the morrow.