I sit here scuppered by the chicken goujons I had at lunch. What about the six pints last night?
Definitely the goujons.
Anyway, the nice people at culch.ie have asked me to join their coterie of reviewers, a role I plan to take on with all the zeal of a man frantically seeking a City Centre throne in the middle of the afternoon.
Brings me back to my days doing the old 'Loop' reviews. 10.30am in the Savoy or Denzille Lane or Fairview, mixing the tepid ('Veronica Guerin') with the good ('21 Grams') with the doggerel ('Cradle 2 The Grave'). Many more besides.
Every single film turned into a three-hour epic as I'd shimmy back to my office chair in the middle of the afternoon, pretending that this business of critiquing was the ultimate chore, swatting at my brow like the Earl Of Rochester himself.
I'm going to enjoy this.