...mental client still emailing me at gone midnight, sick with nerves. We just better hold on, otherwise I really will be feeling rough in the morning!
My missus has suggested on more than one occasion that I "give up football". I kinda see her point, but.... NAH!! YOU REDS!
Not tonight mate, got a fridge full of Scottish craft beers which cost four quid a pop here! Would be a right waste to drink when I'm so bunged up I've lost my sense of taste!