Sunday
Given that it feels like several farmyard animals have deposited the contents of their bowels in my head*, it’s probably not the best morning to go jogging.
But for some reason, I wake up with an irrepressible urge to don my white trainers and gallop around Clissold Park. This is the most idiotic urge I’ve ever had. On arriving at the park, I hobble fifteen yards and am promptly sick on the fence of a deer sanctuary.
Time for a hair of the dog, methinks.
* It’s a good job the animals didn’t deposit their vowels. Otherwise they’d be frmyrd nmls
February 26, 2007 at 7:30 pm
Yikes. And yikes again. Sounds like it was a good weekend, though!
February 28, 2007 at 12:25 pm
the urge to don your sparkly new trainers is by far the most disturbing element of what sounds like a top weekend. you should like down in a darkened room until it passes.
March 15, 2007 at 2:10 am
frmyrd nmls HAHAHAHA. *rmsht*