Good shot?

Depends if you like Campari.

Colleague's leaving do. No curry sadly just cheesy chips and nachos. The youth of today have no style. He will be missed. A mordant wit and a bad taste in ties which I have tried to rectify but what can you do?

Took me nearly two hours to get home on the effed up train system. Slightly surreal. Falling asleep over an audiobook involving witches and footballers. Reality and fiction became intertwined. I ended up neither sober nor drunk and in a twilight zone between a writer of fiction and a badly run railway network. Thank god for TSM's late night rescue service and the comforts of home...