I was told off at work by a fellow trainee today: you don't post on Dayorama anymore. He then told me off for leaving early (10.15pm) and not being committed enough to the firm. Tch. I have, however, just had to phone him to say, "would you mind checking if my suit jacket is in my Office" - I need to wear a suit tomorrow and I didn't collect the jacket from the dry cleaners this evening, nor is it in my flat. So, if it isn't in my Office, then I'm in trouble. As the said person pointed out, "well, it's probably in some random man's house somewhere in London". Not true. It really must be in the Office! So what else? Observations of Dayorama (from the same, rather vocal, person): OJ never posts and David, "the new guy", has taken over. The former is a bad thing, the latter is a good thing.

What else? I don't know any news. I now subscribe to the FT. I know that a pelican ate a pigeon in St James Park today. Highly entertaining. I have a party on Saturday evening and I'm being useless about organising anything. Oh and I'm very much acquainted with late night TV. Oh, my Barclaycard was declined last night. That was useful. But it's OK, it was due to the fact I can't add up. Finances are just about treading water. Roll on the Xmas bonus (fingers crossed...)