UK: I have to push the pramalot

I have noticed that there is a bit of an obsession with diseases in the office.

In the early evening I sat with a group of like-minded chums in the Stockpot in Old Compton Street for some cheap-and-cheerful 'English' food. My liver and bacon was good but the vegetables were sadly uninspiring. The Rioja got me through.

With stomachs loaded, we headed to the Palace Theatre to see Spamalot. There was a distinct look of disappointment on everyone's face as Al arrived without his cockroach outfit.

The show was quite superb. The woman next to me however, managed not to laugh throughout the entire performance. We left the theatre covered in enormous confetti for the obligatory sketch recap in the pub next door.