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Can't remember what I was doing that meant I missed the usual train. Probably printing stuff for my day in exotic Hamilton, trying not to yack too much about research to unsuspecting (well, not entirely, it's what they were there for) local government types. Probably. Anyway, that also meant not going to the pub given the need to be up early and sober, or at least not hungover. So not very exciting at all.