Few pints last night. Followed by lukewarm lamb donor at this place...
I admire their name, but am always disturbed by the fluffy yellow chick.
Anyway. More drink at home after kebab.
Now is morning. Eyes hurt.
Took delivery of latest Invincible trade from postman in pants (me not him).
Watched episode one of The Prisoner. Magnificent stuff. I always turn to classic TV when I'm hungover.
Later = work. I may drag my alcohol and kebab damaged body to the comic shop on the way to the office.
Now though, I sleep.