Urgh. Enthusiasm for life has drained out of me in inverse proportion to the size of the lymph nodes in my neck. So much so, I'm staying home for another night, taking Night Nurse and snuggling in my bed. Mmmmm bed.
I did manage to raise a chuckle to this corker though. I feel a bit sorry for James Blunt, but then I consider the utterly awfulness of his new song and I stop.