Nothing to see here, ladies and gentlemen. Move along please, move along. You have to read that line aloud in your best English copper's voice for it to work, really. And no, it has nothing to do with the title of this post. This is what happens when you start writing the first thing that comes into your head... It's been a relatively quiet week for me, for once, discounting a job interview on Tuesday, and Friday night, which went from being a quiet night on the couch to a night of sheer decadence, following a phonecall from a mate, Christos. I was going to stay in. Instead, the night involved the consumption of wine, attending an exhibition opening, speed, Vietnamese food, a taxi ride, more speed, dog patting, a Siamese cat, the Laird, more friends, cocaine, cider, conversations about blogs, late night walks, another bar, fond and drunken farewells, the Peel, yet more speed, and being turned down by a cute piece of trade who I'd offered a drink to (silly boy doesn't kn...