I'm an odd one

Let it never be said that I don't bear all my quirks to my loyal readers.

Today I, sort of, and I think deliberately, peeled my toe.  Whilst sober.

Come the morn, this will smart

But I guess we all have our foibles.

To compensate for the above horror, behold this beautiful sight:

This one is for Cross, watch and weep you wannabe jock

Thanks again to the Moon for the latest edition; the Einar.  One litre of whisky buys one hour of contact time with the soon-daughter.