Half a gold star

And the winner is (imaginary drum roll please)... Ksquared.

The correct answer is in fact Russia (can't remember exactly where, somewhere near the middle) but as Ksquared got the closest, he gets the prize.

The actual gold star is attached to my guitar that I used to play badly, and now hardly play at all (It's on my list).

Well it's Friday. My favourite day of the week. The weekend is upon us, and I might win £50 million on the euromillions lottery - life just doesn't get any better!

What's more, I've only just had my first ciggy of the day - which means I've now got a nicotine buzz and can't walk straight, but what the hell, at least I'm cutting down.

I go outside to smoke, which is a bit of a pain, but at least my house doesn't stink. The worst part though (apart from the walk and the whether) is the mental woman who lives upstairs. She's one of those people who insist on talking to you despite you trying to look as disinterested as possible. It's my own fault for being too polite I guess, I should just tell her to go away, but in my my experience it's never a good idea to piss off people who know where you live.

When she does spot me and insist on spouting drivel, it's usually to tell me how bad smoking is for me. Well gee, I never knew that. I always thought they were full of vitamins and iron and made you look cool. I guess she hasn't figured that we call people who don't know that cigarettes are bad for you 'been-in-a-coma-since-the-50s'. Bloody ex-smokers, they're the worst you know.

Anyway, it's Friday, so I'm in a good mood, and I won't let anybody tell me otherwise. I've been for a run and didn't hate it, I've actually done some work today for a change, and I'm going out tonight to get pissed. I'm really going to try to finish chapter 11 of my novel tomorrow. Only about 500 to 1000 words to go on it, but it's about our hero and a girl having the 'first-date-do-we-have-sex-and-Christ-am-I-pissed' discussion which is kinda hard to write.

Luckily I have my vast experience of being turned down by women whilst pissed to call upon.

I also should write something for this blog, since it's supposed to have some of my writing in - at least that was my original intention.

If anyone has any ideas for a first line, I'll knock up 500 words and post it here for the usual comments/praise/ridicule. Anything will do, surreal or otherwise, e.g. 'It was only when I got home that I realised I'd not been wearing any trousers' or whatever.

And I'll leave you with another quote of the day, though please don't get used to these, as I don't have many and will soon run out:

'A friend is someone who will help you move; a good friend is someone who will help you move a body.'