This afternoon, I happened to notice a dude in the city wearing an pirate patch. It sure didn’t look like it was for medical reasons, either. I’ve totally been waiting for pirate patches to become cool, seeing as I’m blind in one eye anyway. I’d get one off eBay but I can only seem to find weird PVC fetish pirate patches. Could the sex industry become any more microspecialised? Christ, next it’ll be leather studded stubbie holders. (Hang on…)

Although perhaps the bloke I saw was an intellectual pirate fetishist - I noticed him in the design section of that Kinokuniya book store. Be buggered if anyone I know can pronounce that store’s name - apparently you get a 10% discount if you can say it correctly. Adam and I just refer to it as Kyokushin instead.

Well, I got way too plastered last night with Adam and some random bear we met, so I’ve been writhing around hungover on the couch for most of the day, like someone who made the innocent mistake of paying money to witness House of Wax. For the first time ever, Alcodol has failed me! Normally, I totally recommend that shit, it’s worth snorting. Not sure what went wrong, but I’ve been hurling up corn chips in various states of breakdown all day. Feeling a tad better now, so it looks like a Saturday night to nerd out in front of the TV with some… embarassing TV series on DVD which I’d care not to mention.

Just like I’ll be doing after every binge when I’m a rock star. Yeah. Hardcore me - gallons of hard booze, then whimpering and back-to-back episodes of Angel.

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