I succumbed

Unfortunately I succumbed to the lovely smelling food in Harringay, and now have what my mum would call the back door trots, what the uncouth would call the shits and what I prefer to call the islams. I am so glad I didn't have the chilli sauce! To make things worse we have ran out of koran's and they didn't deliver the Daily Mirror today. So I am running round the flat searching for the last Labour party manifesto that I know I have here somewhere.