We failed quite miserably to see any live comedy yesterday (although the day before was good). I blame the wine.

Y’see, we thought: you know what would be nice before we go out this afternoon? A quick bottle or two of wine.

Six bottles of wine later, the plan to go and watch some shows somehow mutated into a different plan – and I use the word “plan” in it’s loosest possible interpretation – involving:

- Board games
- Partial nudity
- Talking bollocks
- Chatting to an ex-bodybuilder who got hit by a car and now runs a kebaberie
- Swimming
- Saunaing
- Watching films

Today we’re all sleepy and confused.