Bit of a long clip, but stick with it.

Today has been a bit like being off my face on Vodka.

But with none of the good bits - the euphoria, the laughing at everything, feeling good about almost everything.

But also with none of the bad bits - opening your gob and putting your foot in it, phoning people you shouldn't and annoying them, staying up till the next day here.

Mind you, the randome acts of wobbling and banging into walls are a bad bit, and I have that so I don't know what that proves.

As you can see, apart from that and work not a lot has happened today. See! I do need to go back to the old office and work there, you actually saw things that you could blog there, who wants to hear about the endless stream of bloody cyclists going down Old Street, and the fact that it is a bit windy out there.

Dull location = dull posts.

It's not me at all.

I am riveting, as you all know.

ahem.

And Hoxton is still full to the brim with Braxton Hicks.

No hang on that's something to do with pregnancy innit?

I meant Hoxton Pricks.

silly me.

Hmm, that was fun.

Just went into the toilets here just to have an empty before going for a lunch time stroll.

Walked into a cubicle, shut the door, undid my trousers and slid them down, as you do - it prevents so much unpleasantness - and sat down.

Well tried to, as I lowered myself down my head went forward and some bastard turned the cubicle 45 degrees to one side!

Well so it seemed

My naked arse was now heading for the gap between the seat and the wall and was only prevented from doing so by massed flailing of arms and elbows.

Once seated on the throne all returned to normal.

This balance thing is getting a bit silly.

Anyway and with that, I am off to have a walk around Hoxton and see if it is still full of twats.

Note to self. Mind the traffic - no sudden movements of the heeeed!

Ahh yes, my stars in the Metro this morning:

“Pisces.
It’s hard to concentrate today. Your fingers might be on the keyboard but your mind is in a world where love songs are playing on repeat. Oh well”

Excuse me? This is supposed to be for ME? Oh do fuck off! Everyone knows there is not a romantic bone in my body.

ahem.

In other news, my sense of balance is taking a day off. When I bent forward to pick up my towel in the bathroom this morning, the whole world went sideways and I fell into the wall. Oh cool. Did it twice in fact. “note to self, don’t bend over today” Advice I forgot when I got to Liverpool street station and bent forward to put my magazine in my bag. Wheeeeeeeeeee! welcome to the word of wobble! Said the world as it does. Managed not to fall over that time.

Right, going to try to be a busy little good worky type bloke today and get lots done. Or not. So may not be on much. Or not. Or something.

Anyway, back to my “healthy” breakfast of two cheese and onion rolls and a pint of chocolate milk.

Hey! It’s my stomach – I’ll put what I want in it!