Bleurgh...

You know how sometimes you're in a motorway services at 7:45, having got up at 5:30 and you think 'I know what'll sort me out - a black coffee' and so you head to a coffee chain (let's call them, I don't know... 'Rica') and grab a medium Americano? It's never as good an idea as it sounds.

You go for the medium, thinking '"medium" is normal-sized, right? That's how it works.' Not necessarily. They guilt trip you into buying a medium because no-one wants to ask for a small, no-one. Medium is only 'medium' because the 'large' Americano is large enough to drown a toddler in (again, I'm not advising this...), it's a large by any normal person's standards.

The caffeine then takes its toll on everything it can. Brain, bladder... all the b's, essentially. You will also spend the next 3 or 4 hours being twitchy and convinced that you're suffering from palpatations.

This is essentially a long-winded way of saying, I feel a bit bleurgh so today's blog won't be very good. Still, Spooks tonight, so at least tomorrow's will look after itself. (I mean, I still have to watch, remember what happened and come up with a concise and witty article about it, but it basically writes iself... well, I mean, I still have to write it... but... ok, it's all me. ALL ME)