Lurching

So after much stompiness at myself, I settled down to vent my spleen at the footie. Turned out it was a brilliant game. larians can bear witness to my superior powers of prophecy; Only two people believed Liverpool could come back from 3-0 at half time, Raffa Benitez and me.
Having got over one stupid thing, I then did another and thanks to a stupendous combination of lager, honey beer, red wine, whisky and pizza, made myself very ill. You know you're in trouble when you drink cold coffee to settle your stomach.

Read about Gordon Ramsey, 'tricking' a vegetarian into eating meat and laughing about it http://news.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2005/05/15/nrams15.xml


I am now desperate to go to one of this nasty character's restaurants with a bag full of roaches. Let's see how the bugger laughs then.

I see the cold stare of chav-cat watching me from beside the shed. He looks like Robbie Coltrane. God, I hope I'm hallucinating.