Merry Christmas y'all in internet land!

I have again excelled myself with my stupid drunken talking to attractive women. Last night (after an ale or two obviously) I compared the women of my dreams to a can of baked beans. Yes you read that right. I tend to use analogies a lot and this was a classic even by my standards. I explained how she was like my favourite brand of beans and that I'd tried some others and they just didn't compare!

The other thing I have to write down (as I remember them-which is a key factor here) is LT saying two very interesting things to me:
1) "It's me or LS tonight"
2) "I'd destroy you!"

Other than that-JW conspicuously avoided me all night. I almost started a fight with a complete stranger because I was happy (don't ask-he thought I was laughing at him) and I saw loads of people who I rarely see which was good fun. I unsuccessfully tried to chat up a girl named Anne ("that's a good mixture of vowels and constants" said Earl!) and drank an awful lot of alcohol. Spent about £100 I think.

Now the real preparation for my gig tomorrow starts....