Over did the booze a bit last night at the club do. Can't help myself, once I start I can't stop. As per normal, once I'd downed a few, I became a total arse. Hence the reason I don't normally drink. Think I might have annoyed a few of those sitting close by who bore the brunt of my inanity. If I did I apologise.
Anyway, got out for a run of sorts this morning up on Ashton Court. Could only manage forty minutes. The others put in fifty but I had to cut it short as my legs felt tired (not to mention the slightly dodgy head, which actually isn't too bad considering).
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