Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.

So, I'm back from the hen do (which was amazing fun times), but very croaky due to bronchitis of doom. I mentioned this to my recruitment chap, who was willing to delay one of the phone interviews to next week. Annoyingly, he then scheduled the other one for today because all the other candidates were being crammed in; I said fine, but I won't be very audible (or very well, or ready for an interview at all, or not resembling a pubescent boy crossed with a creaking gate).

( Cut for rude words )