I have just woken up with a gigantic hangover.
From my bed, I could just about make out the 'PULP' logo on my autographed Common People CD2 in the mirror.
Hmmm...
'PULP'.
That means something...
Oh yeah!
I LIKE Pulp!
So I half stagger over the floor of my rented room, towards my CD pile.
It was originally a stack when I moved in here, but I'm not the best at housekeeping.
The first Pulp thing I find is my original copy of His'N'Hers, which my Nana bought me on a daytrip to Blackpool many years ago.
It's quite nice listening to H'N'H a) in its original, non-remasterd format, b) on my old teenage bedroom stereo & c) on volume TWENTY!! Yes, seriously.
I'm fully expecting the neighbours to bang on the door at any moment.

Do I p***ing care?!
This is the best hangover ever.

Oooh! Babies now!
Sorry, gotta go pogo round my room.
Bye!