I'll put a note in my diary to pop along - I'm always fashionably late for parties, so there isn't a lot of wiggle room. Would be awful to get there at 13 seconds past singularity and be ushered into a room of corpses and cold pizza. God I hope I'm not Marius. I'd top myself if I were Marius. I'm telling you now, I refuse point blank to sing Empty Chairs at Empty MacBooks.