So, in the space of half an hour, youve managed to make it up to a sitting position and you survey the damage from your isolation party 2014 (episode 237). Empty bottles of beer are strewn across the floor. The bottle caps can be found in the tin tray of madras sauce. A broken poppadom is scattered across the carpet. A bottle of whiskey lies empty, bereft of alcohol and beside that is the Rocky box set with all the discs strewn on the floor (apart from Rocky IV because you watched that twice last night obv). Again, this is an opportunity to salvage some respect. A moment to turn into a domestic goddess and dust and hoover as if your life depended on it. What if someone came round? What if the love of your life knocked on the door collecting for charity? You have to gain respect. You have to have some basic hygiene. What if, though, you left it? What if you just walked out of the room and pretended it didnt exist? That could work, right? Yeah. Definitely. So you slowly stand, trouserless and hungover, and you sneak out of the room like a spy, hoping the mess wont notice. Hoping the mess wont judge.
