Afternoon Dear Reader,
FLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGH
No I haven’t passed out on my keyboard, although that is a distinct possibility seen as I am blimmin knackered. That is the written equivalent of the noise I make when I think about last weekend.
FLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGH
There is is again.
It loosely translates as the word you say when you would happily peel your own skin off it it meant you could go back in time and not do the embarrassing thing that made you go FLARGH in the first place.

How I feel most mornings after a night of wine.
This time, however, my anxiety relates to the British Adult Ice Skating Championships 2016.