Oh no... it happened, I usually have a perfect memory of the night before no matter how much I drink.
It seems I thought FB at 3am Boxing Day after a full crate of beer and three bottles of mulled wine was a good idea.
It was not a good idea.
I appear to have told someone their vagina needed an exorcism.
I do not know.
And now I'm off to cook pork steaks and the assorted trimmings for my neighbour - if you don't hear from me I've probably stuck my head in the oven.
Ahhh a good ol' dose of The Fear, not had that this xmas! Anyway no one can be mad for long at being told their vagina needs an exorcism, it's too funny.