unwanted literature

Very tired. Not helped by sake with supper (birthday present from sister, naturally required that one should drink it with beef teriyaki, had two cups, dear god that stuff is stronger than wine, happy smile, happy head, happy dozing off for unspecified period in front of computer and only realising this on waking up.)

I think I'm paying, in part, for having an enthusiastic time in London last weekend. My body feels it missed out on sleep somewhere along the line. Bother my body.

Have a couple of days in London next week for ESC (Emergency Services Collaborative) conference/training session thing -- it's to do with improving waiting times in emergency departments at hospitals -- which means I won't be near my computer on Wednesday at all. Oh, the pain. I'm already twitching in pre-withdrawal.

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London Airport

Last night in London Airport
I saw a wooden bin
labelled UNWANTED LITERATURE
IS TO BE PLACED HEREIN.
So I wrote a poem
and popped it in.

-- Christopher Logue