Man, I'm tired! I got up at 4am this morning to take Phil and Harriet to Gatwick. I had driven 160 miles by the time I arrived at work at 7am. I'm coasting now, selecting little low-intensity jobs that I can get done without thinking too hard. Anyway, after Tuesday evening's database crisis, when I saved NTL's ass (with an audience of about 15 middle-managers stood round my desk asking me how it was going), I think I'm entitled to a bit of coasting.