De-stressing

I have made two rather distressing discoveries about myself in the last 48 hours.

Firstly, I have a penchant for country music.

Secondly, I discovered while at the theatre on 11 April that a thimblefull of tepid cider is sometimes enough. Well, it wasn't actually a thimblefull but it certainly wasn't a pint. I was ridiculed for storing a bottle of cider in my coat pocket (ridiculed because apparently this was an uncouth gesture, particularly in such privileged surroundings as the National Theatre). A coat pocket is really only suitable for cider storage when one is forced to leave the pub before one has finished imbibing.

And while we're in no sense on the subject,

Actually, I hav work to do and must dash.