Glad MRI went OK, Strops - when do you get results? I remember being asked if I wanted music while I was having my nether regions sorted out in theatre, post-childbirth. I declined, but then was forced to listen to the surgeon and the nurses yacking on about their plans for the weekend for twenty minutes.
I do love all those niche trade mag titles, which sound made-up, but aren't. BF from university was editor of "Cranes Today" for a while, and also had the delights of being featured on HIGNFY.
Night out? My evening's entertainment was yet another school appointment, this one all about sixth form, and the fast-approaching delights of AS Levels, Targets, Personal Statements and the like. Half way through the talk, I was treated to a selfie from DH, posing in his DJ at some posh awards dinner in town, glass of champagne aloft. Gee, thanks. I am out on Thursday, though - a company piss up celebration, organised by yours truly, which should be fun, particularly as someone else is footing the drinks bill.