My Boss loves Mike Hunt, he has a new client or contact or whatever called Mike Hunt. The man calls himself Michael but my boss always refers to him as Mike Hunt. He left a message on someone's voicemail saying, 'I'm just calling to talk about Mike Hunt' then he burst into uncontrollable laughter. This guy has really effected him, given him a new vitality, perhaps he's a scientologist or something.

I wish I new Mike Hunt better, perhaps later when I'm the only one left in the office I will do a bit of exploring around Mike Hunt, see if I can find anything like Mike Hunt on the internet. Perhaps everyone should get to know the enigma that is Mike Hunt.

Went down the pub last night, first full day of the new twenty four hour licensing laws in the U.K. the place was half empty most of the night. As the night wore on people drifted home until, at around 11.30, the place was virtually deserted but still serving!

Very strange, I ended up going to bed about 1am, when I had meant to go to bed about midnight. I'm now tired. I'm suffering from a version of jet lag, its like someone just put the clocks back again.

There was no violence or vomiting, for some reason an ambulance was parked outside most of the night; better safe than sorry I suppose. I read in the paper that several men threw a table through a window in Leeds, it didn't mention if it was closed or open.

A nice touch was everyone thought George Best was dead last night, it seemed poetic that he died the day the licensing laws changed; like the whole country was trying to moderate themselves for George and now we can let our hair down.

He's not dead though, reminds me of the plague scene in Monty Python's the Holy Grail; the body collector agrees to take a corpse even after he insists, 'I'm not dead yet'. Soon will be though, I'm sorry if I have failed to be at all emotionally involved in this George Best business, so much so I find it quite amusing.

A couple of weeks ago I asked a bookies in Bath if they would take a bet on the date of Georgies death, the man looked at me like I had just been sick on his Nan and said, 'Are you from some kind of morbid fucking cult', charming, saved me money though, I thought he would have snuffed it weeks ago.