AAAAAAAAAAAArrgh

Feck off... Go away... I'm tired... I'm busy... I'm stressed... I'm on a booze recovery day...

Bloody hell I hate this job at times and the dithering and the pestering and the problems...

I was watching the rock'n'roll life style of high rollers last night at a casino till 3am, drinking like I've not drunk in ages (which I wasn't very drunk by, I was just well filled with a nice even level of alcohol), and having some great chats, and seeing thousands of pounds come and go on roulette...

But yeah...

I'm tired...

I'm narked off...

I'm blah...

Go away!