I have today written a record-smashing 852 words of dull, dry, businesslike prose in the expectation that I shall be in no fit state to do much at all tomorrow. This means that I have just finished the first draft of my final entry in the longlonglong-time-taking book "Television in Europe to 2010". And it means I can chill out tomorrow reading magazines.
Dull media industry magazines, of course - but what the hell.
Champagne! Must get champagne. Remember. Good.