Only 4 months since the last one

Here I sit, crouched over my keyboard like a crotchety crazed crone counting coppers (money not police). Once again it has been ages since I wrote here, but I can't be bothered to apologise. I don't want to sound like Bros (ever) but I owe you nothing. Nothing, nothing at all.

I am perched on the edge of my bed, hoping to purge my slightly throbbing head (oo-er) of thoughts (not so oo-er). The sort of thoughts I speak of are those which trouble a 37 year old mind when one has had too much to drink the day before. Thoughts like "how many more days like that am I allowed before my liver falls off?" And "will I sleep tonight, now that I have spent a good two hours asleep this afternoon like an old man?"

That having been said, yesterday was a great day. Meeting up with a group of friends for lunch, booze and a stand up comedy gig was just what the doctor ordered (imagine having a repeat precsription for piss-ups and giggles, brilliant). The comedian in question was Dylan Moran, a man who has made appearing to ramble his way through his act an art form. Very funny man, particularly when he chastised someone who dared to emit a little cough which punctuated a moment of pregnant silence. "THAT'S NOT A PROPER COUGH" he barked, "PUT YOUR SHOULDER IN TO IT". I share a lot of his views, i.e. not really liking ANYONE younger than him/me, thinking vegans are just a pain in the arse and not believing in God. Oooh - there's a contentious one! Actually, is it? Time was, when it was quite unthinkable to not believe in God, much less being proud of it. I don't think I am proud of it, so much as think I am right. I am quite clever you know.

This blog tonight is like a car with no wheels, going nowhere fast. I am going to retire to my bed with some fruit pastilles and cack telly. I might try and write more often, this has been fun.