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My Chambers had a long lunch yesterday. From 1 to 7.15 (and probably longer, that's just when I gave up). Involving 18 bottles of good champagne. There are now 24 of us, of whom three weren't present and three weren't drinking. Not all of the others had more than a glass. And one of the silks kept cadging rollups off me.

This seems a proper way to deal with ructions.

I headed for Rob and Steph's on leaving but realised on my way that I was in no state to go anywhere: diverted towards home from Bond Street and collapsed on bed about 8.30. This is probably why I don't have a hangover.