Yes, yes my mind is still in the gutter this morning, but so are yours, admit it, you thought the same thing.
Anyway, this is just a super quickie to proclaim to the world that I am a winner!
Ole! Ole! I hear the peasants cry.
Now if you could see me sitting here in my tattered underwear, unkempt hair (doing a remarkably good impression of Amy Winehouse), morning breath, and with a little man hammering at my brain with a mini pick-ax thanks to the obscenely cheap bucket of wine I drank last night, you may find MANY words to describe me.
I'm in no doubt that 'Nice' would not be one of them.
Veronica, on the other hand, who is obviously feeling the side effect of questionable judgement from too many sleepless nights, has decided to bestow the following on me.
While I wonder if she's confused this award with the 'Occasionally not a total prick' award, I gratefully accept this and will have it tattooed on my left buttock.
If you take a trip over to her new shiny re-hosted blog at sleepless nights you'll see from her entries and comments that she is infinitely more deserving of such an award than this semi dressed, semi hungover dirty old man.
Now I hear music and a pair of 7 foot blondes in ball gowns are dragging me from the stage so I bid you all adieu....
P.S. maybe 'Nice' on the left and 'Matters' on the right buttock?