Just one of many daft things I managed to come out with over Sunday lunch with the parentals and grand-parentals.

Not a massive red wine dronker am I but I am enjoying this bottle of this one. Apparently ith has armoas of 'tobacco and nuts', but I don't think that's a very good selling point to put on a bottle of wine do you? Brings to mind images of a pub called 'the lion's fanny' or something. Anyway, it smells nice. I have purpled lips and tonuge, it's nice.

I am worried my gerbils will have done one of the following on the 3 days I am leaving them alone:

1) died
2) escaped
3) bred

1 - I will cope with
2 - a bit annoying, but never mind
3 - ARGH you BASTARDS

Apparently my uncle in new zealand is going to be emailing me about something. Most likely it will be a picture of precocious cousin winning another dance or acting trophy thing for the cabinet, but in my current drinked state I'm excited that it may be the offer of an unusual, exciting, but laid back job that involves moving there. Woop. Yes please.

This will not be the case, but right now, woop!

I'm SUPPOSED to be going to the pub tonight. The person I'm supposed to be going with hasn't paid her phone bill and thus can only recieve calls. She isn't answering her phone. I'm getting Irate.

But tell me this.

If you can't afford to pay your bill and thus arrange pub trips, can you afford the pub?

what if she ends up drinking soda water all night???

That kind of thing distrresses me. It makes me look like I can't handle my drink.

Pshaw.