Thanks for a night to remember, or at least what I remember of it. THe period where I sat in the street like an itinerant homelss person waiting for my body to produce vital conscious giving sugars is perhaps the low point.

There were kebabs and lovely friends and beer and cava (which nearly killed me) and Thai food and we didn’t meet C3PO. And Tempurfoam TM. Follow this with a breakfast of ‘almost eggs benedict’ junior pancakes and seeing Chris Morris (comedy god) in the same cafe blowing cash on latte’s like it was Christmas and a rounded experience at the extremes of the experiential scale was had by all. But mainly by me. Hopefully you are recovering from the trauma.

I will return!

what does that mean?