Coke suckers!

For such a highly intelligent specimen of human creation, I make some blindingly stupid decisions.

Like tramping around outside on a freezing, mid-winter, Saturday night. Drinking whisky, on ice.

In shorts.

Of course I caught a cold, so I’ve been in bed since Sunday. Medicine, fluids and sweet, sweet loving fixed that easily enough.

The problem is coming to the office and finding that some motherfecker(s) drank both the Coke and Schweppes Lemon I’d left in the fridge.

There’s gonna be murders.