Homelessness, druggies and wild mushroom tortilinni.

I started off my day looking rather homeless, last night Beverley Coates graced my lovely town house, where we watched Jerry Springer the Opera, with wine and domino's pizza. The wine = mainly me.

Then Beverley goes home. Then I go downstairs and drink mulled wine.

Then I go to Harriet's, more wine. Jerry Springer. More Wine. Bernadette Peters. Cheesecake. FULL. sick. Sleep.Allergies.

Then in the morning I awake realising that in my tipsy state I forgot to bring clothes to Harriet's, well I was wearing pjaammammas. Then the clothes that I do have have cheesecake down them.

By the time I awake it is 11 o clock, I smell a little, dirty creased clothes and the stagger of an old man.

Then I eat a greasy bacon sandwich, which makes me smell really bad, so in whole I have dirty clothes, I smell, I am walking eratically slow to fast.

Then I arrive home, my housemates believe I am on drugs as I am so overtired. Good Times.

Then I watched whitechapel and nigella, made wild mushroom pasta, and presently am writing this blog, itching the back of my neck.

bye/ till another rant/day.