Last night was a good night, whether thanks for positive visualisation (which I did none of) or half a bottle of blackberry wine (which I did one of), it was all smooth sailing until dawn. Thanks to this I rewarded myself with a dollop of my very favourite head polish (so shiny), and pie for lunch.

Incidentally, it turns out that blackberry wine leaves a dark streak the length of your tongue that lasts all night and looks really fucking gross first thing in the morning.

Update: I thought you’d like to know that as the day has progressed my head has gone from a beautiful glossy sheen, down to a more satiny finish.  Still good, but nothing beats a good shine.