#9

[therealpm]

Head unpleasant. Suspect psychic backwash from testing yesterday has given me John's hangover. Bastard

Tea. Require tea.

Will turn head programmer into small monkey. Cannot possibly reduce his competance in this area. Tea first though.

Comments

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Can I help at all or should I just pack up the sofa bed and leave?

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Tea.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Tea it is.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I believe Paddy is organising an expedition to blow up appreciate the Somerset countryside.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Well, have fun, I hope your hangover doesn't interfere too much. Sally will have undoubtedly finished her coffee by now so I should probably be getting back.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Enjoy ingratiating yourself with the Tory hardliners.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

That woman and her bloody Twitter...

Thank you, Peter.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Try to say something suitably harmless and difficult to misinterpret when she asks where you've been. I would rather not be tracked down and harangued by the Twitterati.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

I shall certainly try my best, I assure you. Other than that... I can't promise anything.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

Spending the afternoon in the company of an ex-MI-6 operative with a rocket launcher suddenly seems like an immensely good idea.

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

Yes it rather does, actually. Hmm.

But alas, I must face the music instead.

Have fun on your outing, I hope the headache gets better and that Paddy only blows up things he's meant to.