Just back from fibbers where I narrowly NARROWLY! lost two games of pool, drank several pints and smoked too many cigarettes and generally behaved like some sort of half assed drunken philosopher with - for some reason - a half assed east end london accent (least that's how I remember it and I had to stop myself from referring to others as "luv". I'm bloody starving and there's nothing but a pot of veg flavoured koka noodles in the cupboard. I seem to also have promised to cart over a shitload of books and DVDs to cartographer's house tomorrow so I'm going to bed to get my sexy sleep.
Man alive am I going to have a nasty head on me tomorrow.