Bit into a Polo mint on Sunday and lost a large chunk of tooth.
Went to dentist yesterday and lost a large chunk of next month's salary.
I've been having an amusing few exchanges with internet nutters. One of them described the Radio Times as "hersute" (sic). If he really means hirsute, then it must be an oddly-bound edition in his TV region.
I feel utterly misanthropic. I hope a good sesh down the gym tonight will mellow me. The 6 Gin and Tonics and Large Curry I'm planned later ought to help, too.