Got drunk last night on a keg of New Heineken that had been brought all the way from the Netherlands to England, just for me. Sort of.

The nature of it's arrival impressed upon me the right way to do business; it was brought, along with assorted other alcoholic presents for all 7 of my colleagues (including our accountant up North and the boss), on an exclusively `personal` trip that held no commercial prospects for the bloke other than the goodwill it engendered.

And considering the guy who brought it, affectionately known as the Flying Dutchman because of the speed at which he can deliver two 44-tonne trailers from Copenhagen to anywhere in the UK, came over to the UK with such ease and efficiency for a purely goodwill jolly then it says a lot about the way he does business, and those things that it says are impressive.

So I found myself, or rather I lost myself, drinking almost the whole thing on my own, again - `really Tim you should get out more` ; `but there's nothing worth doing around here` ; `oh fudge it I'll just have another pint` etc etc.

These are the thoughts I have every evening.

And I discovered the real glories of the Super Blackhawk, the 8mm Marushin Single Action, closed cylinder piece of genius with an excessive and frankly offensively cool 10.5" barrel, and that is that it shatters regular beer bottles, and only using 134a!

Of course after discovering this, and being drunk after about 7 pints of Heineken, I proceeded to gleefully shatter many, many bottles in my bedroom resulting in a lot more mess to clear up when I finally get round to it, but hey.

It's all good. I had fun.

And now I know how actually very cool that gun is and I may just have to make a special display case just for it, as it rocks so much