Graghl! shit sorry going to be sick.
Jeremy Tench is unwell, a good name for a play sadly that Waterhouse bloke got in there before me. Christ! I feel like fried shite, I fell asleep in front of the fire last night and rather like yesterday morning I woke with a part of my body stuck to soft furnishings, this time my tongue and the sofa found each other irresistible.
Am drinking plenty of water and am going back to bed.
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