Happy Birthdays and Bananas

You wouldn't think it to look at him, but today Agent Phil is another year older. 25* and he doesn't look a day over 57. Sadly his birthday fell too late to actually happen during the Harrogate festival this year so we've not been able to buy him a huge round of birthday drinks, but given the state of all our livers following the last four days, that's probably just as well.

Yet again Harrogate was a great festival of drinking and talking rubbish and eating too much and sometimes going to panels to break up the monotony of hedonistic excess.

Thursday Highlights

Bedtime: 02:30
Hours of sleep: 2

Friday Highlights


Bedtime: 01:00
Seeping pills: 1
Hours of sleep: 6

Saturday Highlights


Bedtime: 03:30
Herbal sleeping remedies: 2
Hours of sleep: 6

Sunday Highlights


I'm already looking forward to next year. But I think my liver will need a bit of a breather before then...

* This is either shameless flattery, or a barefaced lie, depending on how you look at it.
** And yes, I actually do mean that.
*** If he's not going to spell my name right, I don't see why I should spell his.

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