Odd gremlins in our interface with the printer's computers, a cock-up by our contracted-out support services that meant a big delay in online publication and muggins here, being the honcho, had to stay after hours until it the support services got it sorted (because that sort of thing comes with the salary) and so missed our St George's Day dancing. And 'had to let someone go' which, whether it's entirely justified or not, does fuck all for general morale. No sympathies required (nor expected....). Just getting it off my chest, with the aid of a bloody large G&T and a bottle of claret.