Yesterday, over at Pickled Politics, I had what the Chairman used to call A Rush of Blood to the Head.
I was almost indiscreet.
I revealed more about myself and my life than I normally do. I also promised more.
I am not about to renege, but I am going to give some thought to what I say and how to say it, so not a great deal today.
As a teaser however, I will say that just before they went on stage at Live Aid, an over-excited Freddie Mercury was heard to offer a bj to the first man to drop his trousers.
And as someone who hasn't taken anything recreational for over 20 years (when I stubbed out my last Gitane, it was the last non-prescribed drug I took), I had my first spliff with a pre-Led Zep Pagey in the back of a Transit on the way to a gig.