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Maths fail me. Last night I thought I was being very considerate with money and did very well. I went to Nag Nag Nag with Dr Bitful and David, we skipped the queue thanks to David's knowing the security person at the door, then we only paid one pound each because I'd kept some six-month-old vouchers from Boyz magazine. Considering that we got back by night bus, how the hell did I manage to spend 25 pounds?
Ah, that'll be the beer then. And that explains the headache as well.