It was New Year's Eve's Eve
When I carried a bowl of my own vomit into a shared bathroom
While I was wearing red pyjama bottoms
And a red lacy bra from Marks and Spencer
Which my mum had purchased for me that Christmas.
On the landing I met two girls drinking Goldschlager
Who thought I was dressed up for a Moulin Rogue party
And complimented me on the brilliance of my costume.
If you look closely I think you will find that is eight whole facts. And here is your bonus one:
Because I have no friends, I am tagging the last eight people who left comments on my blog who haven't already been tagged. Most of them haven't been tagged because they don't do tagging. Neither do I.
Oh dear.Mr Witness
, Mr Andre
, Ms Twit
, Mr Bananas
, Ms Redux
, Lady Bracknell
, Mr Asshole
and Mr Zazzi
except Zazzi does not seem to have a blog at all, I cannot tell Andre because he has disabled comments on his site, and Lady Bracknell is far too busy and important for tagging, but none of that is my problem.