Ah well, a beery one

Ah well, fun fails... just tried to load into this page the "personal travel map" that the good lady Biro Jules had in her blog recently, but for some reason Blogger doesn't like it's code. Rest assured folks, that this correspondent has visited 4% of the countries of the world, quite a well travelled little turk I am. Not that I'm a Turk. I don't even much like kebabs. Etc.

Just having a quick blog before the business of the day starts. What can you say about last weekend apart from the fact that I spent most of it insensible and the rest with a raging hangover. Ah, jolly times, just like the old days. Friday, I was completely disorientated having had a double shift on Thursday and completey boggling my body in the process. Didn't hit the seafront pubs 'til nearly eleven, ran into one of my few Cod Central social contacts and proceeded to have some bevvies, then into a taxi home and failed to sleep until about five am. Hey ho. It's that disorientation thing again, folks. How domesticated am I? After making a late night meaty snack edible, courtesy of Mr George Foreman-Grill, I remember to clean it even though drunk. The grill, that is; not the snack. I'll make somebody a wonderful wife one day.

The following day, the excellent Mr TB trundled over to this buzzing social centre that is the Lincolnshire coast, dumped his stuff at Fortress Shadey, and we quickly away'd into town to find a couple of cheap steak dinners and excellent beer in the Yarborough Hotel. Refreshed, I fulfilled a personal ambition, albeit a sad and geeky one, of travelling by train for ale; hopped on the train to Cleethopes - suprisingly half the cost of a taxi. Beer was had in the Number 2 Bar, Willies Wine Bar (both acclaimed good beer guide pubs) and we finished up for shorts in Smugglers, always a nice spot to finish. Home via the Pizza shop (yay, kebabs sucessfully avoided) and drunken DVD watching before giving myself over to the important business of feeling quite awful on Sunday.

And so we're here. It's Monday, I'm working later, I'm trying to get a handle on the day, and can't quite. I think the old mind's working overtime behind the scenes, which means peculiar dreams and broken sleep and sure enough....