I love being a local. I really do. After a night in Low Fell, an after hours pint in our local was assured. I'm sure I've mentioned before, but I've a cool local. However, I've only really begun to realise the value of being known as a regular. It's priceless.

Went for a meal tonight and ended up watching lobsters have sex. I'm so glad I'm a vegetarian.

Yesterday, I thought I'd finally get around to fitting the new 'phone casing I'd bought a few weeks ago. Ever since my 'phone met with its coffee accident I'd not been happy with its shiny silver replacement, so I'd bought a black casing for it. The surgery went well, surprisingly, and I've now returned to a black phone. Unfortunately, I managed to set the time incorrectly and only realised that something was wrong when I woke up at 17:50. I'd set my alarm for 5:20, which would have allowed enough time before the cab turned up at 6:00. Of course, having the time wrong by 12 hours was never going to work. And if you add a hangover to that, it's a lovely start to the week.

Oh, we have a Glasgow team photo

Why is it that whenever I go out with Jeff and Alan I get stupidly drunk and end up with an awful hangover. Despite a lie-in, my head still hurts and I have that can't be bothered with anything feeling. The weather's horrible too, and I need to nip into town then go to my mother's to sort out her broadband connection. Alternatively, of course, I could continue to sit here, moaning to the bird (why won't he stop squawking at me?).