Morning after mumbles.

This morning I was woken by the voices in my head when they decided to have a go at each other.

Voice of reason: Yup. That's what you get for drinking so much last night.

Satan: Shh. I'm sleeping.

V o r: Well you better wake up because the doorbell's ringing. I think the maid forgot how to open the gate.

S: For fuck sakes princess. It's the GREEN button!

V o r: Yes that's it. Screaming makes the headache go away.

S: Whatever. Last night was a blast. Don't act like you didn't enjoy it.

This conversation went on for a while until finally Satan agreed to leave. No doubt he'll be back on the weekend though.

My usual morning after routine followed which went a little something like this:

Step 1: Check phone for clues as to what transpired last night. Check also victims of drunk calling/texting.

Apparently I phoned someone I met on the weekend. She didn't answer. Thank Christ. Though she wouldn't would she because a: it was 3 in the morning and b: she didn't answer the first time I called and still hasn't replied. Not sure why she gave me her number.

Step 2: Get up and stroll into the kitchen to rehydrate (Big word, I know). Check also the rubbish bin to see what I bought to eat on my way home.

I found a Barcello's box. Thanks guys, I'm sure it was good. Also an empty packet of chips. Hmm. That's interesting.

Step 3: Go outside and check car. Make sure that a: it's there, and b: it's in one piece.

Well it was there and in one piece but on closer inspection it appeared to have had some interior redecoration. Cheesey poofs everywhere! Note to self: never buy Cheesey poofs for the ride home. They're a nightmare to clean and messing is inevitable (Another big word. Hectic, I know).

Step 4: Make a few phone calls to make sure I still have friends and that they're still talking to me.

It would appear that I was relatively well behaved last night...

Step 5: Find food and drink and go max out in front of the TV for a good hour or two.

Nothing better than watching TV the morning after. Things are so much funnier. Even Casino Royale struck the funny bone.

Classic line of the day comes from the scene when Bond, James Bond, meets Vesper on the train... "How was the lamb sir?". "Skewered. One sympathizes".

Just brilliant.

Till next time...