Another night, another pub quiz. Is it cruel to name your team solely on the embarrassment level the quizmaster will face when reading it out? If so, we beg forgiveness. It actually wasn't too smutty, but he did have the grace to sound embarrassed. Hee.

Other than that, my return to Eng-er-land has been as uneventful as could be. 13 hours sleep was the higlight of my day (pre-quiz), though I did realise I am now officially (web-) published. Problem is, they expect me to write another column. Do I look like I'm *made* of words?

Tomorrow is another day, filled with tiresome hours that need to be used up. I think it'll also be a day filled with writing, cos if I want to be a writer who writes well, I have to write. And find a thesaurus.

Toodle-oo!