(Saturtee) Fork cough.
It's my girlfriend's mate's birthday and we go round to her boyfriend's house. He has, proudly displayed on his bookshelf, copies of Tony Robbins CD's. I'm stunned and at the same time feel a twinge of pain as, ever since I got the Kerrang gig I've sort of let all that sh#t slack off a bit. Not good. Must get back on the self help wagon.