Shame

I am not blogging my weekend as I am rather ashamed of my conduct on Friday night. I am supposed to be a senior manager in a well respected university in the North-West but I was an absolute drunk and outdid myself in drunken lecherousness and wanton desire.

It always seems a good idea at the time and then the next day you look at the holes in the carpet, the half cooked fish fingers in the microwave and the place where you left a fiver the night before and realise how evil alcohol can be.