May 28, 2009

It is slightly possible that Mr and Mrs Leader, and I, may have shared a glass or two of Sainsbury's finest cheap wines last night.

It's possible, too, that I may have slid through their hall, fallen out of their door, and then crawled home on hands and knees. Certainly, my suit looks like it.

I may also have woken up today feeling like Dracula himself had been nuzzling me all night long.

I have the hair of the bird's nest, the eyes of hot coals, a heart smashed to smithereens and a mouth that feels like a monkey's slept in it.

But none of that matters.

Because Manchester United lost.

Absolutely, bloody marvellous.