Good morning all.

I was going to write a round-up of a few different things today; the iPod Photo, exchanging banknotes, airports, the evil that is Macromedia Flash. You know the sort of thing. However, that was the plan and the reality is that as I write this, I’m nursing a real humdinger of a hangover.

Now, unless you don’t drink, you’ll probably know exactly where I’m coming from; a particularly evil hangover basically takes away the will to do anything. Which is pretty much the case. That said, I’ve been away from the blog for the best part of a week and a half (yesterday’s entry notwithstanding) so I must make the sacrifice to bring this to you.

I’m sure many of you will at some point over-indulge over the next few weeks. It’s easily done and great fun at the time, though the price must be paid. In my own sad case it was a team Christmas meal; the fact that we started at around 1pm and continued well into the night made for a lot of alcohol and not a lot of sleep. Still, admire my self-sacrifice in making it in to bring you this short entry. Never let it be said that we don’t move mountains to keep y’all entertained!

In my neck of the woods, the traditional hangover cure is an Irn Bru and a filled roll. Perhaps augmented with a timely Nurofen. I’ve done all of this and I’m now waiting for results…

So, this is a rally for sympathy. My nearest and dearest is to sympathy what Bin Laden is to world peace, so I could do with some. Go on, spread a little ray of sunshine into my hungover darkness!

John

PS. We’re still waiting to hear your stories about Christmas in the call centre, or your thoughts on canned festive muzak, so please do surf on over and add your comment.

In the meantime, I shall attempt to find a dark place and lie down…