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Sleep, it’s a bit like food really, when it’s abundant it’s great, but if it’s in short supply things aren’t good…

I wouldn’t mind if being wide awake at 4am was the fault of another (well I would, I’d be livid of course, but at least my awakness would be known quantity) it’s just I’d done everything to facilitate a decent nights sleep and my own cunting body conspires against me to deny me of this right.

Up until this point things had been splendid, I’d met with Harry and Frank at the local to engage in gentlemanly conversation about Star Wars and was back home by 8-ish to prepare a light supper of fresh pizza (I roasted cherry tomatoes with Olive Oil and garlic, blended them, seasoned it, chucked on some Basil, whacked it on some fresh French bread, topped it with ham, parmesan, under grill. Er, done) as I washed my hot tight bod in the bath. You could see my penis and everything.

By 9pm I was fed and watered and settled down for coverage of the TT. If you don’t know that the Isle of Man TT is then check it out and get back, I’m not going to help… Okay then, I’ll stick a clip of some instead of some music, you’ve twisted my arm. You win. Happy now? The TT is as old as my granddad (literally) and is dedicated to nothing but racing motorcycles and I’ve never been, I hope to next year though… Following this was more TT stuff ‘The 100 Greatest TT Moments’ which for the average viewer would’ve been as much fun as slotting nails into ones pupils but for me tear-inducing joy ensued, despite the poor production values.

I hung around the TV for a while; I was exhausted but aware if I went to bed too early I’d not sleep so at the optimum time, 11.30 pm, I hit the sack and was out like a light… then on like one at 4am and I’ve been awake since.

Work is hellish today, we’ve got to work on this enormous contract to take care and the boss isn’t too good under such pressure and I’m no better at being on the receiving end of his issues, despite them being my issues too.

I hate issues.