Well played yesterday everyone, and a good night out last night, here I am at work, suffering, but happy having seen Matt's pants literally ripped off him and offered to a lady stood chatting with her boyfriend, along with his credit card and driving licence. Jokes over now.

My head is thumping, which was expected, but my mouth tastes like something I've not really tasted before, which scares me. £30 taxi home too, big female taxi driver, long dark roads, never been more scared.