Don't mind me. One of my regular bouts of self-loathing just kicked in, should be over it by March. I have a coldsore on my lip, a plaster on my thumb and multiple cuts on my knees. So the scabrous bit is about right. In happier news I have decided I want a hamster for my birthday. My good buddy Roisin whose mum owns the pet shop here in Tramore says they only cost about a tenner! I would keep him in a drawer in my room and feed him grapes. Make sure to check no-one else is getting me one before you buy though; apparently if you have two they end up eating each other. You get them to mate by leaving them in a bucket for half an hour together, any longer and one would eat the other. Which, admittedly, would be cool but I really couldn't face cleaning up the mess.
By the way, Wednesday night is off-limit for all future conversations. I don't want to talk about it. The cuts on my knees are memory enough.