Being A New Man, From Newcastle, Man

Came in from work, sorted out our internet access again (Zen had a problem today which kicked us off, but I have now f1x0r3d* the router) then made a very nice meal (even if I do say so myself) of griddled vegetables with pan-fried smoked salmon fillet, and then, during the half-time of the Champions League match I was watching on ITV4, re-hung and re-attached the toilet door (which had come off the hinges late last week). I've also done some laundry and taken all the trash out (recycling kept apart, natch).

It's weird. I feel I should now go to the pub, get drunk, have a fight, and then come home and sew my own cuts together, while eating a kebab, just to restore the sense of balance.

Fret not though, I still don't do ironing.

* f1x0r3ed is the opposite of fux0r3d, by the way. As if that helps in the slightest. Oh, wait, this may help.