I've just woken up after a lazy afternoon nap. Finished work, came home and started blowing Z's on the bed. Cherie woke me up with a telephone call.
I'm going out tonight. Lads night out, I reckon. Me and my pal Adrian. Watch out, somewhere, he we come! Because I'm not sure where we're going to be.
I fancy having a curry, but I don't think that will happen. I fancy having one jar too many. But that won't be happening either. So, I don't know where we're going and I don't know what we're doing.
Hmmm... No very well organised is it, genius?
What does it matter? It'll be what it is and will happen where it is. Bring it on.