At this precise point, I have the choice between going downstairs to do my tax return, or sitting here and writing something brief yet witty for the blog...

Right, this weekend saw the first of a couple of reunions around here when Ms Fish and myself met up with Ross and Amanda and the elusive, yet finally rediscovered Seb and Sadie. This was in the somewhat contrived name of Ross' birthday, and we actually went to the theatre and did not drink that much. Hard to believe, and actually had a really good time. Actually untrue, I forgot, did drink cos at the end of the evening we met up with a friend of Kat's who introduced us to a new late night drinking venue. Always an exciting event in these bloody isles when everything usually shuts at 11pm.

Other than this, arrangements continue for the NZ reunion in a couple of weeks which at the moment includes (somewhat tentatively)

Me, Kat, Matt, Bev, Sue, Welchy, Seb, Sadie, Ross, Amanda, Penny, Jo, Jamie, Lyndsey, Matt's exhousemates who I can't remember, and many many others...

On other news, Fish has an interview at a temping agency tomorrow, and I am due to give my old work a call back today about a 3 month contract paralegalling. Money fairly shite (although several times what you earn you antipodean wasters! (please excuse my jealous rage - I must seek solace in what I can), but am in need of some income in these cold Londinium times.

Oh yes, and theres a great story about Seb being locked out of his hotel room in Vegas, in the middle of the night, NAKED...

Hugs n stuff. My tax return is calling.

Pete