Full Of Pep...
Well, what a week it's been: Live8, London Olympic bid win, G8, bombs in London, a million poppies over the Mall. So this last weekend should have been time to have a rest. A time to take stock. A time to reflect.
Like hell it was! Flatmate Paul was away, flatmate Drew was away, the brakes were off. Let's get ready to rumble/fumble/tumble!
I'll not bore you with all the gory details here but Bowie had it right with the expression "putting out fire with gasoline". Martin, Frank, Andy, Kevin, Blake, Eric, 8 other people who I didn't catch the names of, an Italian doctor at A&E, Kevin (a different one), Martin (again) and the lovely Clare all had walk on parts in my weekend of overindulgence. But don't get me wrong, I wasn't taking anything dodgy to fuel my weekend of madness - my recipe for excess was a simple one; moderate beer intake, sunny weather, an over-excitable nature and a bucket of adrenaline. Stir and stand well back.
And having got all that out of system I had a great night's sleep last night and am fresh as a daisy today. Go figure. A mad weekend? I must have needed it.