Note To Self

Note to self: when one has managed to bruise one’s tailbone through falling on one’s arse while ice-skating on Friday, it is not particularly smart to commemorate this injury by going to a drum’n’bass club that very night, and it is even more stupid to throw caution to the wind and indulge in more booty-shaking at The Roots gig on Monday.

Notes to self, eh? Why don’t I ever listen to them?