Duckie last night was mighty agreeable as usual. As the designated driver I only had three Bacardi Breezers, four cans of diet coke and a bottle of still water. Had to tiddle in the street near Brick Lane (I have such a small bladder). Darren and Lucio (he's the one not whistling) got very drunk (incoherently drunk) and Rob remained merely merry (he was over the moon to hear a Fox song from his youth). The punk rock tunes were spot-on as usual and I got to take a pee next to a Readers Wife (no, I didn't look).