Ack ack ack. I feel unutterably shit. Someone stick a fork in my ass I'm done! last night involved pub, club, salsa, another club, Lucy's (fm1's sister).

So woke up this morning about 10am in a totally alien part of London in a bed other than my own. How did I get there? WTF knows. Was a brilliant night though - wouldn't change a moment. Except prehaps drinking all those cocktails that Dr Heartbreak kept buying. I can still taste Gran Marnier now. YAK.

I actually feel so bad I would go home if I could summon up the energy. Might have to have a doze . . .