I mention this “pissed” state in a British sense, in that I’m slightly inebriated, not in the yank way of being upset.

I’ve been into town (Nottingham) and been round a few bars, drunk some beer and had an eyeful of the local talent (which is good). This is possibly a good a thing, in that I’ve had a fucking good time, oggled some fine women and drunk some good beer.

I’ve also eaten a Chinese once I made it home. Beef with cashews if that floats your boat. I’ve even saved some for tomorrow.

Life is good.