Editing while a quarter cut...

...is probably not a good idea. But I'm about to do it anyway.

It's 9.30pm here and by 7.45 I'd convinced myself the work wasn't going to arrive so I set about demolishing half a bottle of wine. And just when I was thinking about having one more glass and a quick surf, my client e-mailed to ask if it was too late to send that wretched file.

Like a fool I said no.

I may live to regret this...