The thrills never stop. I am now sitting at a different desk. I have been
moved to a different section of the building, and my previous view of a wall
and a litter bin has been replaced by a pillar, a filing cabinet and a man
called Alexander who I've never met before. He seems slightly annoyed by my
toe tapping and gentle humming along to the sounds of Stitched Back Foot
Airman, which are currently playing on the walkman (sitman). Who will break
first? Will I get the hint and shut up? Or will he be driven to hurling
himself out of the 5th floor window, unable to cope with the devastating
combination of Excel spreadsheets and murmured lyrics from forgotten 80s
indie never-weres?

Last night drinks were had locally. At one point during the evening there
was fevered discussion on a certain topic, followed by the comment from me
that “there's an article in that!”, and that today I should try to persuade
reluctant newspaper editors of this. Everyone agreed. But can I remember
what we were talking about? No, I can't. Please help.

In cricket news, England just avoid making their lowest ever one day total,
in a dismal display of batt- hello? hellooo? Sorry. [shuffles away]