I had far too much to drink last night. I blame Charlie entirely. I wasn't even planning on drinking until he showed up with a shiny gold bottle of vodka for me. A now half-empty bottle of vodka. Oy.
So I'm sat here in my pyjamas watching the football and guzzling Dr Pepper. It really is great for a mild hangover. As is United beating West Ham 3-1 so far. Four goals in thirty minutes - it's a damn good game. Apart from Nani behaving like a stupid cheating tosser and getting himself sent off. I am really not impressed with him lately. He's been rubbish in the last few matches and he's a selfish wasteful player.
And you know, when I woke up I half-wondered if Boris winning the election was a drunken hallucination - but no, it wasn't. I'm pleased for him. I think he's a lot smarter than he gets credit for and I think he'll surprise people. And for those who like to accuse him of being racist, sexist and bigoted, I would point you to
nycdeb's
post rebutting such accusations.