Following a rather late night after the triumphant Spurs win, I had to revisit the scene of the crime to meet up with Francois and collect my batch of jerky.
I promised myself just the one beer and then home but Karen and Dean just got back from their holiday back to New Zealand and it kinda went wrong from there.
I shouldn't be surprised really, this is after all how the Jellyfish started and being unable to say "no" due to a lack of backbone, so it's pretty obvious I am feeling a tad delicate this morning.
Fortunately, having checked my diary it appears I have a clear day so I can start doing fuck all almost immediately. Gong back to bed later will now be a priority.