went out last night and had too many pints of lager. then went to jolly old colin's and came home jolly well plastered. it would appear that somewhere along the way i came to hate bicuits, so i put all the ones i could find in the bin. then i turned on the telly, took off my trousers and went to bed. how silly of me. my brother is particularly miffed as he likes biscuits the most. i was going to write a pastiche of "hurricane" telling this tale but i am far too hung over to try.