It’s 3am.

And I’m in the office.

You’ll notice I don’t say “still” in the office. Because, truth be told, I only got here five hours ago – after an adventure-filled evening out.

I think, about working late, I like the quiet best. The quiet and the empty corridors – like one of those Japanese horror films where the kill-ee is working late and sees a ghostly figure on the CCTV monitor, walking down the corridor. And then its gone. But is it?

No.

But tonight there are no ghosts, just a bottle of beer from the mini-fridge, strong coffee from the machine and a pile of emails that just couldn’t wait tomorrow. Today. Read more...