I'm currently enjoying a rather wonderful Martini, found a good article on them at Salon.
On the olive, lemon zest discussion, it really has to be lemon.
If you leave the olive in till the end, the martini tastes overly strongly of olive, otherwise you have to eat it. If it is a poor quality olive you are left with the taste of olive all through your mouth and martini.
Hence Lemon zest, nice, citrus refreshing and constant.

If you want to piss your self laughing, reread through IM conversations you've been dirnking. I was looking through a skype IM I had with Richard, it was meant to be things I'd have a look at over the weekend, it really just went off tangents all over the show, rambling nonsense, wonderful.

Manic weekend, a few quiet drinks on Friday pretty much turned into a bender ending up at home about 1 making loads of pasta, can't stand, nor talk, but can cook, wonderful.
Woke up a little rough on Saturday just in time for a shower and to run out the door to go have Yum Cha for breakfast, that was pretty much the last coherent action of the weekend, me and a mate got left alone for half an hour while his wife buggered off to look at clothes so we ended up sitting in the sun have a beer.
From there we wandered through Hyde Park to Pier 26 in Darling harbor, for a few pre-match drinks, then off to Telstra Stadium, to watch the Bledisloe Cup. Our state of mind can be summed up by the fact that instead of waiting for the free buses, we jogged to the stadium, not good, not good at all, at least it burnt off some of the booze. What we all remember of the game, it was good, the score was very very good. Excellent seats, in one corner, so had a wonderful view.
Post game is pretty much a lost cause for all concerned when it comes to recollection, I know we stopped at a beer tent on the way to get a train back into town, had quite the lively debate the a few guys, no idea what it was about, lots of laughing though.
<---- LARGE BLANK ------> Drinking at some dodgy pub near central station, pretty much totally incoherent by this point in time, no idea how long we were there or what the hell we got up to, I remember getting a cab home or at least I remember being in a cab then waking up in my flat. A few moments of panic, I was able to find I had all my limbs, a pittance of the money I had left with and all my clothes.
All in all a good weekend, I may take next weekend off and watch a video, maybe have a bottle of wine.