Dave has a blog. Seeing as it's public I assume there'll be less stuff about him putting his johnson in the ladies though.

I've been pretty monged this week. Due to getting a job! Which is a good thing, I guess. Though it does pay fuck all. But I suppose it's a start back towards the grown-up world I've avoided for a while now.

Hilariously, I was only offered the job last Friday and started on the Monday, so have had no opportunity to try and sort my sleeping pattern out at all. As a result I've been getting up at 8 but still going to sleep at 3-4 in the morning. Over the week I've felt pieces of my brain die one by one. Ah well. I'm hoping that my body will eventually learn, Pavlov style, to fucking go to sleep. It's either that or Fight Club.

It was Marie's birthday last weekend, she had a cocktail party on the Saturday. I had a nice time, though I'm a little worried that I may have been a complete nob due to drinking vast amounts of booze. I know, quelle surprise. But really, if you put alcohol near me, you know you're basically making the decision to allow Bad Liam into your lives for a night. It's like stepping between a mother bear and her cub. YOU ALL KNOW THE RISKS.