Ay yi yi, another weekend another hangover. Poor Sian may be dead in a ditch on route to her dad's, I think she had about an hour's sleep before having to get up in the morning to drive there. As for me I staggered home and went to sleep at about 7am, but then didn't resurface till 2pm. Paul appeared to be actually broken today, I think it may have been due to some highly suspicious "vodka blend" drink him and Sian were guzzling called VODKAT. It was only 22% but smelled like nail polish remover, and worryingly didn't actually go into any detail about what the vodka had been blended with. Possibly actual nail polish remover. I avoided that particular treat and only suffered a standard hangover, Paul appeared to be unable to walk until about 5pm today.

I want to do some sort of exciting night out again in the near future. Except for the foreseeable future I'm going to be too poor. But at some point I'd like to go to a nightclub and dance or something to that effect. And by nightclub I mean a proper indie affair rather than dancing to Madonna in Hustle.

I quite like that new Madonna song, even if it does sound like it could be by some generic house DJ and is only good because of the shameless sample lifted out of an Abba song. I may have just been brainwashed though by it being played every ten minutes while we watched the music channels last night.

I think this thing is cute.

I finally got bored of having a beard and shaved it all off yesterday, as well as most of my head hair. Then I had a shower and fuck knows what happened, it may have been a reaction to the shampoo or just shaving rash of some kind, but I got a load of bright red splotches all over my scalp. It was pretty embarrassing, I looked like the illegitimate son of Gorbachev. Or as Paul said, "one of those aliens out of Alien Nation". Le sigh. The red's mostly faded now so hopefully I'll be able to go back out in public again soon.