Jugs of Snakebites, The Walkie on a Sunday night, starting fires and concussion - it all happened yesterday. I got hit in the head with one of the jugs accidently - it hurt quite a bit and left me with a tres attractive egg on my head - HOT! Kept on dancing and drinking with the best of them, trekked home, witnessed the accidental starting of a fire (candles near towels are not good) and thought that was the end of it. Then I woke up this morning and it all hit me - I have a newfound respect for concussed footballers. Still feel delirious now - actually quite an unsettling feeling. especially as I am under Katie's strict instructions not to sleep or lie down and that's all I want to do.

Ah, another story that only I can provide...