This is my third attempt at the opening paragraph this morning. I’ve thought better of the first two versions (version 1 was a public condemnation of Glenn and Lara’s spelling in their “Legs 11″ tale, and version 2 was extolling the virtues of Gangster Rap as a singalong medium) and decided to write this one. I’m sure you’ll agree it was well worth it.

Bryce and Woo’s do last night was pretty good … the brothers got entirely well plastered, and almost none of their guests were drinking, but Blacky was, and he did the work of several men. So much so, that I saw him briefly this morning getting drugs from the bathroom and heading back to bed, at a time when he was already late for work. Hey hey - this isn’t snitching, it’s reporting the news as it happened in an unbiased fashion.

I’m pretty hungry, having skipped breakfast this morning. I’m just starting to get back on the breakfast bandwagon …. blah blah blah, nutritionists say that you should have breakfast every day blah blah blah … but after I finished school, I fell away from breakfast as a meal. I’ve been slowly clawing my way back with this delicious concoction of porridge (oatmeal to our American friends) that I’ve quite possibly perfected. Anyone who’s had the pleasure of staying over at my chateau has quite possibly experienced it, but no one else. It remains an enigma to all but those selected few.

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