This last week I've got to spend lots of time at the Edinburgh Festival with my friend Ben. He's up here working which seems to mainly consist of going to comedy shows, drinking and not sleeping much. I suspect that for the month of September he'll be operating from an iron lung.
I've now drank enough where I'm 'a bit sad' and have been prescribed a Lucosade and a Robinsons Fruit Shoot. It's either that or they'll take my foot.