Working Late

Yes, I realize that it's almost ten and I'm still in the damn office! Fred 'You-Need-To-Make-Up-For-Lost-Time-While-Dead' Duncan has managed to make this place a largely paperless office by taking everyone's admin work and dropping it right on my desk.

So, in traditional police tradition, I'm going to go to the pub after work and drink until the only thing I have to worry about being in triplicate is my vision. Anyone in town up for a drink?