Well, in the stupor that followed Tarran's leaving do, I slept on the sofa and the dog helped himself to my glasses, chewing them to bits.
Not a good start to the day. Hangover's in the post and I've got to dig the contacts out. Last night was good, good food at Tampopo in Leeds (I had some unpronounceable stir fry) and then onto the coolness of Mojo. Even Kilburn was seen to be enjoying it when the Smiths came on.