I am exhausted. Back-back conferences all day, hardcore partying every night, lost my only focking coat I own and now am walking around half comatose in five jerseys.
Took a train for 3 hours this morning at 5:30am.
Albeit, amazing conference. I really do work at an amazing company. Floorless, a group who won Britain's Got Talent performed for us last night.
And we drove passed a town called BallyBunionn. Which I thought was pretty funny.
Am in Dublin now - the rain is coming in horizontally, and it's pretty focking miserable mate.
If it weren't for the Irish, I tell you what. Every Irish person I've met - and I've now met quite a few - are really the friendliest, most charming and helpful people on the planet. They're a hoot. Love 'em.
Back to London tonight. And my boy.