Appalling hangover. That's the last time I drink that cheap, capitalist embalming fluid.

Draw up a list of great new ideas:

- start beard factory
- invent sliced beard industry
- pop felafel and hummus in a toasted split beard pocket and sell from the roadside

Unfortunately, all these ideas turn out to be pointless misspellings of the word "bread".

I never used to have these creative blockages. Could it be something to do with being dead?

Better dead than bread.