*mooches about here while somewhere else, far far away, his physical self drops into zombie mode archiving data to CDs* *can't believe that Bagupss still has that cold!* *wonders what to have for lunch*
The Norn Irish waitress from Black Cherry... oh! my! lord! Is she still there? She had a sort of Karen O thing going on and was (presumably still is) lurvely.
*wafts in on a cloud of beer-on-s-sunny-afternoon good cheer* *waves to all* *looks forward to the evening's plans: meeting friend for a quick supper and then on the lash in ED*