Another random update. I spent last weekend in Newcastle on a pissup. Having left work at six pm since I asked for a half day, I made it to the station to find that the cost of a train from Cambridge to Newcastle was £67. Bugger me. I arrived at the party at eleven and proceded to get rather drunk, aided of course by the half pint of gin given to be before I even got my coat off. Marvellous.

Going out on the town was a very strange occasion. Firstly, despite the freezing cold, no-one seemed to wear a coat and the women wore practically nothing at all. Secondly, parked in the middle of the Type is a refurbished car ferry which has been turned into several nightclubs. I was quite broken.