
This Sunday morning consists of dressing gowns, tea, sausage butties and no hangover.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:24, archived)

Because you seem to have stolen my Sunday. Except replace dressing gowns with boxer shorts and cowboy boots, a real man's morning attire. I have a desire to go get the paper dressed like this, but I like my neighbours more than that. And the old boy that owns the shop.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:30, archived)

I just checked my leg and it's not broken. Ankle's still a bit sore though.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:31, archived)

I haven't kicked anyone in ages. Except myself when I stumbled on the crutches trying to get to the bus like a proper spak-mong.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:38, archived)

Don't you get cripple pity from the public? You should insist on it really.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:40, archived)

But otherwise they just give me a wide berth so I don't clout them one as I stumble my way around the place.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:42, archived)

You should be ashamed of yourself.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:43, archived)

Anyway, how is the leg healing?
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:47, archived)

Partial weight bearing now, but keep getting impatient and trying to do more than I should. Physio terrorist again on Tuesday and I'm hoping I can downgrade from crutches to walking stick.
Not an interesting story, I just touch myself inapropriately. Unless you find that interesting. Wanna cyber?
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:52, archived)

I have a right bruise on my arse from where he was trying to unknot a muscle deep in my hip. But he's brilliant and I wouldn't see anyone else.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:55, archived)

But unrelentingly mean if I don't walk enough or do my exercises. Which is good, I guess, but sometimes very painful.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:58, archived)

I'm worried it'll make life difficult back at work, i don't want a desk job if I can help it.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 10:03, archived)

But no point in stressing about it now. Just concentrating on healing the best you can. Then hopefully it will never be a problem.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 10:06, archived)

I've got a good hangover, substantial though not debilitating, 8/10. My missus has gone to french France so it's my duty to be an appalling alcoholic for the week.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:32, archived)

I pity those who wake up feeling great as that's the best they will feel all day whereas you have scope for improvement!
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:35, archived)

That ought to wind her boyfriend up a bit more too. I win at pseudo parenting.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:39, archived)

He's a f*cking Arsenal supporter and English. I am cunningly positioned upstairs in my office where I can hear them as they watch Star Wars, The Empire Strikes Back. (I disabled the surround sound so that I can hear a bra being undone if it occurs)
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:43, archived)

Then I could show him all about inappropriate in front on his friends and colleagues too. God, I'm good.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:47, archived)

I'll cut his fucking head off and shit down the hole in the middle. I sense apprehension while he is around me. His father complained to me about my language, father got some of the same.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:51, archived)

Who on our first meeting pinned me to a wall and threatened to smash ny teeth through the back of my head. I've asked him for a little guidebook to dadding for any future piglets.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:55, archived)

Eventually they give in and like you, despite the fact that they are aware that you are porking the arse of his sweetness and light. Just play by his rules (or pretend to) for a while and he gives up!
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:57, archived)

Left him unconscious in the street outside rather than push him through the door. I let him know a few new words during my lecture about responsibility down the phone. The next day he left a note through the door at about half five in the morning and very quietly too, saying that if I ever got in touch with him or his son again he would involve the police. Top victory for me there.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:57, archived)

And even if they can, fuck 'em anyway!
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:59, archived)

Mini-Ninja is growing up very quickly. I'm going to have to practise my disapproving scowl.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:49, archived)

And is under a misguided impression that being underage does not matter with less than a month to go! She is very much aware that this is not acceptable, and, even after the 16th birthday that anyone even holding her hand better be rigged up like the Michelin Man.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:53, archived)

that Mini-Ninja's Mummy has 4 (soon to be 5) black belts in several martial arts. Anyone touching my daughter best be ready to suffer immense pain. *winning smile*
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:59, archived)

then fell asleep. I'm too much of a lightweight to get an hangover.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:38, archived)

I would still be in bed spark out had she not texted me to tell me she was in Le Havre at daft o'clock.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:40, archived)

Ooh la la and all that shit. Now kindly leave me to my hangover you cow. WUV WOO x x x
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:43, archived)

I need someone else for this plan to work, or some porn.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:45, archived)

I said "Urgh what? Yeah, good one. Fucking hell, bye"
Dead romantic.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:49, archived)

With a whiskey in your tea. Perk you right, be back in the pub by midday.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:40, archived)

I have never once woke up and thought a booze was a good idea in the morning, or daylight for that matter.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:50, archived)

( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:34, archived)

but these solvents have made me feel a bit weird
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:43, archived)

and the extraction fans are sucking the place out so that I can go back in with my paint suit on again. But still, bleurgh.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:52, archived)

Was always the done thing with the guys I used to skateboard with, tried it, hated it.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:48, archived)

Or use a bin bag for better effect.
( , Sun 19 Jun 2011, 9:56, archived)