So Ellen went back to Melbourne yesterday and I became nutritionaly instantly a bachelor.
Part of my breakfast this morning was a packet of chips.
Dinner was pistaccios, some dutch almond biscuits and three beers.
Oh, and we've run out of washing-up liquid, so the washing-up is piling up.
Oh, and my fly's undone.
Fuck it: I think it's time to line up the shots and put on some real hair band rock.
(exits waving whiskey bottle and singing "Pour Some Sugar on Me")