Katie (or Cate as she's known in the biz) is the Diageo Young Photgrapher of the Year! Here's an example of her portfolio: it's Tommy Sheridan speaking at an anti-war rally last year, if memory serves. Note the juxtaposition of flag, cloudy sky and banner to create a pre-war Iraqi flag: extremely cunning, n'est-ce pas? Nice work, Katie.

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Woke up this morning
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feeling terrible.
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Katie is putting Josh and I up until we move into the new flat on Saturday. I kipped on her living room floor and had weird stomach cramps when I woke up. I walked like a half-shut knife. Having a shower was painful. I kept expecting to let go one gigantic Death Star of a belch and to feel better but it didn't happen. It just subsided gradually until I was able to cycle to work. Fun fun fun.

It's been an odd week. I hadn't sat still for more than five minutes until last night, where we had a celebratory meal round at Katie's flat (and which was probably the source of the morning's stomach pain excitement). I've spent a day packing; driven our stuff to Devon's flat¹; cleaned and hoovered the old flat for two mind-buggeringly dull evenings and generally been running around like a blue-arsed fly.

This weekend is going to see the cracking open of more than a few cold ones, you can be sure of that.

1. 1.9 turbodiesel Transit. RF verdict: 4/5. Lacks the low-down grunt of the 2.4, but spools up nicely once the revs are higher.
   
   Just so you know.