I'm staying with Plimsole at the moment (because I was bad in a past life and this is my punishment) and anyway, we got in about 9pm last night from Leeds and I set up the luddite's new printer before she gave me a drink of water.

At least I think it was water. It seemed to have a powdery sheen on the top of it but I thought it was just the funny water you get down this way. But then things started going sway-ee, like in a Scooby Doo cartoon and my eyesight went all blurry (more so than its myopic norm). Anyway, to cut out all the rest of the stumbling and the drowsiness and the vomiting (oy oy oy), the next thing I know it is 12 hours later and I'm covered in bizarre scratches, whip marks and some chaffing that I haven't had since I made "Geek Sex: This time it's tentacle" for Geek-ware productions.

I have no idea what happened but I think, *think* there may be some pictures. If anyone sees any, could they forward them to me so I can try to piece together those missing 12 hours without the need of expensive therapy*? Thanks.

* I can't afford therapy as I seem to be spending a small fortune on vaseline and "Weekend at Bernie's" videos.