Well Cayn, you'll be happy to know you weren't the only one who took a hit last night. I went arse over tit on the way home in the snow and managed to land squarely on my chin. The things we do for poetry!

By the way, I'm the guy who did the recipe poem (?)

Nah, I was fine. Just had to start a new job with a grazed and swollen chin. Nice to know bar staff are getting into poetry, but it wasn't really a poem. More of a spoof. DG would tear me apart if I seriously tried to give it poetic status.

Enjoyed your stuff too, mate. Probably see you at the January one.