damn you, sam

I decided not to go out and see Goldfrapp last night, as much as the experience might have been uplifting. In the words of Arthur Dent, I had a headache and I'd be all cross and not enjoy it. I was fighting severe hormonal jet lag, still, and still feeling more than a bit rocky (one and two). Besides, there was some cracking good telly on offer. Yeah, yeah, fetch me my cocoa, comfy slippers and cardigan.

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