For those who have not already found out by other means, my last day in the UK is Monday 22nd, when I fly out in the morning. However, my darling brother's wedding is a three-day event starting that Friday, so my last day when I can see anybody is Thursday 18th, which is as of this writing a shocking six days away. Cue "The Final Countdown", or for 90s fans "Our time is running out".

General well-wishers and stalkers alike will find us at Wyvil's from 8ish this Saturday evening to say goodbye or just have a drink.