Dr Livingstoned's Journal Day ?
I have awoken, after a binge on the local mushrooms, to find the camp empty.
My head hurts, my trousers were down and I had a ten pound note rolled up behind my left ear and a sore arse ....
Such are the dangers of the jungle.
The tea has been spilled, the supermodels bones picked clean by the dreaded pterodactyls and my splendid skull tea set has been shattered in the disarray.
I fear that, once again, the party has moved on without me.
I shall have to re provision, on tea, muffins, kippers, although, being a dam sight away from New Mexican coffe shops, I am not holding out much hope for obtaining any.
I shall press on duly.
Dr Livingstoned out.