Sunday.

Brunch: A late bowl of Sultana Bran (last of the pack)

Late Luncheon: A mint burger... except it was quite large and I had no burger buns, just bread and salad. By 'salad' I mean raw red onion and cos lettuce. Time for a shop sometime soon!

I recall ahving a spaghetti snack at some point latter that night. Then off to the pub for a few swift bottles of wine.

The News of The World had a good story in it on the 26th about some miserable little parasite called Ellen Morris who gets more than the national average wage in benefits, smokes 40 a day and drinks vodka with her toy-boy whil demanding (!) more money, it's a hard life.

Currently listening to The Kinks 'Death of a Clown'.