Finally finished the huge review I've been writing, which lead me to living the hottest weekend of the year inside, curled in front of a PC, snarling. I only ate fast food. I only thought game. I got about six hours sleep in total.

Now it's over, and I'm shoting Me And The Major at the top of my lungs.

The Freelance lifestyle is addictive because of the pressure release thing. You climb impossible deadlines because - y'know - they're there. You put yourself through hell because it feels so good to stop.

And now, Bristol.