pmsumner

Come Saturday afternoon Jane drove me and her to Derby, without getting lost once, whoohoo. Saw Lambert, met his house-people, his girlie, his friends, drank _way_ too much (between Jane and me we drank a bottle of mead, plus whatever we had individually), tried to watch "This is Spinal Tap" but someone turned the light out and it was impossible to stay awake. There was much talking and silliness and fun and niceness inbetween all this.

Slept.
Woke up, feeling OK.
Went downstairs, hangover kicked in.
Ouch.
Tried to watch Eddie Izzard but can't remember any of it. Sun shone in my eyes. Ouch. Lambert cooked a wicked breakfast. Wonder if I can hire him to do that more often...

Great night. Must do it again. Without the hangover.