Yesterday I didn't have anything to eat until 10pm. What was consumed was a plate of four turkey dinosaurs and chips, very enjoyable with a nub of tomato ketchup. The reason I had been unable to eat up to this time was due to a bit of a hangover induced by eating vodka jelly of the green variety.
It was a hang over that I didn't much enjoy and I am still feeling the pinch today. The problem arises when you consider I was in bed for pretty much the whole day; the only times I got up were to watch the football and to cook my turkey dinosaurs. This made it difficult for me to induce slumber later on, although I was asleep before 1am.
On Friday I went to Tesco to procure some vodka and jelly. I made the jelly when I got in by heating up the vodka in a pan and dissolving the jelly cubes into this warm voddy. Once fully coagulated I poured the mixture into a bowl and then put it into the refrigerator to set. I went to bed at a sensible hour and didn't have the best night sleep. I kept waking up every couple of hours, highly irritant to my wellbeing.
In the morning I went downstairs to discover the jelly to be set to a good degree. To celebrate I had a stonking great fry up consisting of two fried eggs, two sausages, two pieces of bacon and best buttered toast. I then had a shower and set off in my Almera to collect father. He required a lift to Heathrow, see, and I was the man for the job. The journey was unhindered and I made exceedingly good time. When I got back home it wasn't even midday, what a veritable treat.
My next assignment was to have a bit of a tidy up. I started by clearing the table and giving it a bloody good dressing down with some anti-bacterial wipes. The table was just covered in shit like bank statements and bills, you see, these I filed away under the stairs. I then had a dam good vacuuming of the living room, hall and stairs. I did the bathroom over next with a whooping great disposal of bleach into the toilet bowl and hand basin. It's just something I like to do.
With the house clean I was ready to do my exercise for the day. I did about half an hours worth of work on the resistance bands, followed up by 4 sets of 25 press ups, then 1 set of 50 and 2 sets of 25; each with a break of 1 minute between sets. I then did a bout of shoulder pressing; 6 sets of 15 reps with barbell loaded with 2 times 10kg plates, to be precise. Finally I had a shower, nice little freshen up courtesy of foamburst, you know.
Nick then came over and we played Mario Kart, it's quite good but I don't rate the battle mode. I couldn't get on with it. Later on we had a Rushita and went to the pub for a bit, The Old Chestnut. Then it was back to mine for more vodka jelly and some Ouzo and god knows what else. This is what caused my terrible hangover.
Today I am going to most probably do some exercise when I get in and watch films. My plan is to sweat it out, I feel I need to. Then I can get a good night slumber rumba and I'll be right as rain.
You do recall our foolhardy walk to Redhill after having got in an argument with the poor fella working in the petrol station at about 3am?
Please do tell, why were you so adamant to venture into Redhill and then walking in completely the wrong direction and after about half an hour of persuasion, you finally agreed to call it a night?
I also note that you neglected to mention that you put an entire bottle of vodka into that jelly, thus making it unpalletable for people possessing fully functioning tastebuds.
But yeah, you are right, battle mode on mario kart is a grand dissapointment.