Oooh you're a naughty mess

bin guuud bwoy/ yester: 1 bottle chilean shiraz; usuals/ just'd a beautiful b'fast of artisan bread, normandy butter, organic eggs and bacon and freshly squeezed oj, capped with a delightful treble espresso/ now back to bed with my beautiful woman to digest then work off some cals (cheesie!)/ so feel less buried than during heavy drinking/ rather than head to offy for my starter can of fortified cider i slept instead, most of the day in fact/ then rose around eight, got coffee and did weekly shop/ then home, watched beverley hills cop 2 and knocked up a superb supper: organic tolouse sausages, artisan bread (from sains/ this shit is fly), shallots sweated in normandy butter, some shit called 'devil's breath mustard' i got from a poncy deli on holiday, mayo with a side of gerkins and fries/ fucking delish/ rounded this with apple crumble and custard and some anti-depressants/ mynted/