Today I surfaced in a haze of turkey induced marsh gas much to the delight of the woman I own. I parked myself on the couch and pigged out throught the day on buffet type scoff, beer and nibbles whilst hogging the remote and flicking between about eight channels. I've now handed control of the box to the trout as The great escape is now finished... What a fcukign cracking film! I've seen it hundreds of times and its still a classic. I've done nothing constructive, not even got dressed, the dog is looking at me as if to say 'Walk me you cnut' but I have no intention. I'm going to drink another half case of Stella and prepare to be dragged around the sales tomorrow. If anyone is at a loose end, I am being far too idle to move and my scrotum is stuck to my inner thigh and my fritter is itching due to a bit of a lazy wipe should anyone want to help me out. Anyone else done fcuk all today?