November 9, 2007

I've dragged my wretched, sweating, sodden, stinking frame of failing flesh and jutting bone, out of bed, into the shower, and in front of a mirror for a shave and everything.

That's because the inimitable Eggbod is in town and, despite our better judgement, we're going on the lash.

Expect mayhem. Expect ridiculous posts. Expect - depending on the extent of the leglessness (the more pissed = the more likely (whoever said I was shit at maths?)) - photographs.

ETA of catastrophic bloggers' collision: 1hr 30mins.

ETA of catastrophic bloggers' first call to A&E: 4hrs 20mins.

ETA of old woman's home being invaded by catastrophically out-of-their-faces bloggers: Any time after that.

Giddy up there, boy.

Wagons roll.