The evening after the night before

Last night was my last chance to enjoy the intoxicating pleasures of the Western World with my fellow infidels, and enjoy it I certainly did. Cheers to everyone who turned up, it was a great night. Today the mood is a lot more mellow, and I'm glad to have escaped London and returned home. Now it's time to do the best legal thing you can possibly do on a Sunday evening, wherever you are in the world - listen to music, and particularly this song by John Martyn, which I quite simply can't get enough of. This is the sort of song I imagine Dimitar Berbatov listening to, whilst playing chess in a velvet smoking jacket in his Bulgarian countryside retreat. It really is that chilled out. In other news, my flight ticket came today, I leave on Wednesday, the Royal Kingdom of Saudi Arabia awaits.