Just another day before another manic Monday

Here we all are again. Andy Murray has just lost the Australian Open in straight sets and so instantly becomes Scottish instead of British again, the sun is shining outside trying to lure me out of my pit but it really stands no chance, Monday silently creeps ever closer as if it were the day most likely to be a ninja. There really is a lot of mess in my room; socks, shoes, clothes, random boot fair fodder strewn all over the place like a cross between a launderette and a junk shop. As you can see, I am struggling a little for inspiration this morning. Here are my choices: tidy up the room so that it goes with the freshly made bed (main reason the sun stands no chance), go and play golf (no........no that's outside), tidy up the rest of the house which has gradually become - well - no point beating about the bush - a shite tip. There is of course another choice - keep typing for so long I forget the previous three and have to have a little snooze - yes - I like that one.

I did go out last night, however, there is so little to impart, so few highlights, I really feel it is not newsworthy. At one bar, the wonderfully named Lady Luck, there was a pirate themed evening, eye patches, fake swords and rum aplenty. Not wishing to feel out of place I went dressed entirely normally, carrying a simple VHS cassette, so that when quizzed I could say I was a pirate video. It got a few laughs, but maybe not as many as I had hoped. F*cking landlubbers.