Fear the beer

Anybody get the registration of that wine and beer delivery lorry that ran me over last night? Repeatedly. And the kind helpful folks that helped me afterwards pouring sambucca down my neck instead of medicinal brandy? Well intentioned, but they just got it wrong.

Boys and girls, I am not a well person this day.

No, really. No sympathy cause it's all self inflicted but a certain amount of awfulness seems to have happened. There's a puke stained rag that used to be my shirt; those who have boozed with me know I am not Cardinal Chunder; I appear to have gained a monster bruise on my arm and I can't remember getting home. I am engaged on returning this place to some kind of order from squalor but I think a pint of water's in order, and then another and then bed