Pour some Sugar on me...

It's over. My wonderful four years at Sugar came to an (extremely tearful) end yesterday and I'm totally gutted. The girls gave me a proper send off with presents, a cover and copious amounts of Redbull (probably the reason I was back in the office at 7am this Saturday morning.) Plus Susan Riley knocked up the poem below. She's clearly more of a lyrical genius than R Kelly.

Thanks guys. I'll totally miss you all so much. Don't go stealing my ideas from Dolly mag, okay?

Ode to Samantha

For four plus years she's worked her butt off
Even as office monkey she was not put off
Then she made writer. Er, sorry, 'wizard'
And visited Iceland in the midst of a blizzard
Official Busted reporter she quickly became
Mainly because she had Matt on the brain
When she wasn't following him in to the loo
She had all kinds of features from Suse to do
Naked parents she strove to find
And got three sets of oldies to show their behind
It was well worth it - them showing their rear
Their wobbly bits won her Journo of the Year!
From Africa with Charlie to wearing those wings
She's accomplished all sorts of fabulous things
So to finish this poem, consider yourself told
Her name might be Wood but she's made of pure Gold