Oh Come All Ye Faithful
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: Mistletoe And Wine
Apologies for the lack of post yesterday but Saturday turned into a bit of a riot. Those lads in Wetherspoons in Tooting kept feeding me drinks all day and by the end of the evening I was down to my Y Fronts singing down the Tooting Broadway, but did I pay for it the following morning.
I had a sore arse, my first thought was that I'd been and had a particularly hot curry, then the thought crossed my mind that maybe I'd been so far gone that I'd nipped into the bogs with a bloke named Tony for an intimate chat. However when I went into the garage the reason became obvious. Some bastard had nicked the saddle off of my bike and I was so out of it I hadn't even noticed. I'm pretty upset with this and now I've got to pull a few favours with the US Air Force to get a new one delivered.
It shows you how bad I felt that I couldn't even be bothered to go down Brick Lane for my Bagel pick up. Let this be a warning to all of you out there...John Smith's is evil stuff.
Today I'm feeling a bit better, but until my new saddle arrives I've got to use the fastest VW in the west to hit the campaign trail. I have no idea what we have planned today as I've not spoken to Benny so I'll probably dig out my forged disabled sticker so I can use the parking bay outside his house and we can talk tactics.

Shalom