So...the Wife is out on her works christmas night out, leaving me in charge of the Burkelette. She's now safely bathed, fed and in bed, leaving me the freedom to do as I wish until the wife gets home. Brilliant.

At least it would be if I didn't have the imagination of a slightly backward goldfish. I've got no idea what to do, hence the fact I'm on t'internet at half eight on a Saturday night.

Anyway, the beer is opened, the curry has been phoned and the boxing is set on my sky reminder.

Simple, but effect (just like me, apart from the 'effective' bit)