But then I dont suppose it would be appropriate to make mention of all night parties drinking almost entire bottle of vodka, with sloppy kisses, dragging ourselves into work after an hours sleep in unknowing co-workers bed without changing, showering, or cleaning of teeth....

or drunken groping in the one and only loo of the local pizza parlour whilst the queue of cross legged women needing to reapply their lipstick grew outside....

or spending the night talking in the presidential suite of the very glamorous (!) City West hotel in Tallafornia, and waking up to the longest Austin Powers pee EVER....

or getting caught attempting to sh*g on the interim marketing directors desk!!!!!....

or creating what is very probably a Vodafone record by sending over 60 quality emails to each other over an 8 hour period whilst still achieving a high standard of actual work....

or very nearly getting into a fight at the Porterhouse (after spending the entire night trying not to hold hands) but being saved from certain pumelling by my quick thinking and highly skilled combat abilities....

or talking very loudly through an extremely dodgy performance of the life of Frank Sinatra whilst being shusshed by 100 octaganarians and other misfits....

or being given the VIP treatment at amusing Irish play (spending hours trying to figure out what the title of the play actually was...da!), followed by late night dinner and drinks with gay director and his enormous girlfriend who cant be his girlfriend because he's gay, except if he's gay why does he go on about women like a lad and pretend to have a girlfriend, enormous though she is....

or drinking VB in the Down Under and then paying £20 each to sit and watch 2 naked Aussies play with their kn*bs for 2 hours.....

indidentally, I dreamt about lego man again last night...this is becoming a habit....