I have what promises to be an interesting evening ahead of me; Gimme and I are going to see the Australian Pink Floyd, and I have the kind of heebie jeebie stealth hangover that only announces itself mid afternoon when you think you're in the clear. The next few hours could be all kinds of mental. "I look like Tintin" he said (as we've not yet met in real life and me wandering around the pub shouting "Gimme!" could lead to all sorts of trouble). "Which cartoon character should I have in my head for you?"
My hangover and I thought about it for a moment.