This evening I got an accidental swig of Bucks Fizz, the first mouthful of alcohol I've had since my teens. I'm not childish enough to go, "Bleurgh!" and spit it out - and there was nowhere to get rid of it discreetly. Upon swallowing it, it felt like violence was being done to my internal organs. Lesson to be learnt: not everything that looks like orange juice is actually orange juice. I was too busy trying to figure out what was vegetarian in the buffet (answer: apart from chips and nachos, nothing apparently) and never thought that glasses of orange juice would be sitting side-by-side with glasses of Bucks Fizz. I'd had some juice from the same table just a quarter of an hour before, so it didn't occur to me that in picking up another one, I'd be playing Russian Roulette!
It's a man's life in the Leicester People's Photographic Gallery. The Open Exhibition there runs until Saturday 6 October. Vote for your three favourite photos from the amazingly varied display.