Drinking and gigging has taken it’s toll on my ears, stomach, liver and, well, everything. Sanity too, probably.
I’ve got two reviews in the cannon that I need to fire out at some stage over the next 24 hours or so. An article. A poem or two and some other stuff I gotta do. The fun just never stops around here.
Bed for me. No content for you. Apologies all around etc (I know, they’re getting dull, right?) but the weight on my eyelids is becoming intolerable. Sleep forever.