It's Sunday: the day after the night before. It's the usual sleepy TV watching, piecing together the usual antics of lost friends, displaced belongings and inpromptue house guests whilst minging about in yesterdays stale smoke and drink smelling clothes.
A special thank you to the Usual Suspects and the others, but also to the two beautiful ladies I briefly spoke to last night. You're great, and I'm rubbish - I'll do better next time.