I'm back in the office again (to be sung to the tune of 'Back in the Saddle Again', obviously). I have managed a grand total of 44 units of alcohol in the space of one week. The government's recommended guidelines for women is 14 units a week. Oops. Went to the usual pub and then the Cavern on Saturday, then lunch at the Prospect on Sunday, then the usual pub again last night. I've also started going to The Oldtimers bar/bistro/thing. This is a bar/bistro/thing in the ramshackle old building where Timepiece used to be in the 80s/90s. Unnervingly, it still retains enough of the old chaotic interior to be utterly familiar. That it is a bar/bistro/thing also makes me feel horribly like I am rapidly becoming more like someone in Black Books every day.

Quiz results time (delayed from Friday on account of being lazy):

How much do you know about Marlon Brando? (via)
You scored 8 out of a possible 10.
Coulda been a contender. You know the ropes and nailed most of the questions. But a few fumbled tango steps let you down at crucial junctures.


You are a GRAMMAR GOD!
If your mission in life is not already to preserve the English tongue, it should be. Congratulations and thank you!
How grammatically sound are you?
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You are the grammar Fuhrer.
All bow to your authority. You will crush all the inferior people under the soles of your jackboots, and any who question your motives will be eliminated. Your punishment is being the bane of every other person's existence, because you're constantly contradicting stupidity. Everyone will be gunning for you. Your dreams of a master race of spellers and grammarians frighten the masses. You must always watch your back. If only your power could be used for good instead of evil.

What is your grammar aptitude?
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(I'd just like to point out that the latter of those grammar quizzes was in no way, shape or form difficult. You can't trip me up with a they're/there/their, foolish quizilla person!)