My head is going spinny spinny, and I don't know why. No alcohol has passed my lips for nigh on three days, and I'm pretty sure I've consumed an adequate amount of calories. I may have forgotten to take a tablet, but I don't usually feel the effects this quickly. I may go take one now, so if you'll excuse me...
...I don't feel any better. Probably because the pineapple juice I just washed it down with tasted like wee.
Meanwhile, am torn between watching some heavy weight drama about Queen Victoria (which I am only drawn to because it has Fiona from Shameless in, though I'm not holding out for any mentions of 'spunkbucket') or Celebrity Big Brother. This gets me so wound up that I'm practically spitting blood, but it's still stangely compulsive viewing. I love tuning in just to see who's turned against who, who's having a breakdown, who's arse is hanging out the furthest. Pete Burns has to be the most nauseating example of the perils of fame. I love to watch him twitching his monstrous lips and preening in the mirror, bitching about somebody he was probably hugging all of two seconds ago. He looks like a ropey old tart from the back, and the bride of frankenstein from the front. I HATE HIM! Yet I can't stop watching him.
I've just heard on the news that there is to be a cull of grey squirrels, as apparently they threaten other wildlife? How exactly? Stealing their dinner money, giving them wedgies?