I'm off out for a Smoky-Drinky evening. Since I've sent off an eyewatering invoice today, I shall be mostly drinking Glenlivet 15-year-old. Back later tonight. Maybe.
Also out is Phil Woolas. He's not quite out yet, the Squeaker will have to prise his fingers off the doorframe of his office, but if he doesn't go then he will be a permanent embarrassment to Labour and an easy target at the next election.
A by-election looks likely and there will be a Libertarian candidate.
Finally, if you're out enjoying the sight of burning money this evening, here are some handy safety tips.
I'll be burning my money indoors tonight. Drinking it, too.