And I think I've just sent an horrendous amount of wrong text messages to a very wrong number.

Thinking I was texting Posh Ben, I think I've just texted Posh Ben's dad Lord Ben.
Not realising -- even at this late stage -- that I wasn't texting Ben at all, I replied
"Aye, sorry about the text deluge, mate; I have now had counselling. "Nil uisce beatha na hÉireann agam", but I do have a mean bottle of Glenmorangie you can have"


I really really really want to get my coat... But I'm already at home, so that's not going to fix things, now, is it?

               FUCKING RUBBISH!!!!!!