I found an uneaten jelly snake earlier that tasted all the nicer for being old and withered; just like the best wines, I find that cheap confectionery only gets better with age. I'm not actually fond of much wine unless it has some sort of chav stamp to assure me it won't be overly potent, like 'Lambrini' or that one called 'Chantelle', you know a drink with a name befitting underage pregnant women is going to taste great.
But yeah, why was my day actually great? I found out I'd passed my course! To celebrate I've emptied my cupboard of unfinished, drafted, resubbed and just shit articles/essays/assignments. Now I just need to find my lighter and some petrol, I'll report back later on how well it went. (I jest, fires are only for The Prodigy and yobbish school kids, right?)