I'm at the shop, doing business, and drinking lots of Foxton Fizz to counteract all the fecking wine I consumed last night. I know hearing about someone's hangover is only slightly more interesting than hearing about their dreams, but I will just say this. I found myself in the McDonald's drive-thru at 11am this morning. Shock. This is why Bret and Jemaine may have appeared a little sad this morning that I couldn't make it.