but I am being tempted, during Lent, by the devil in a dark blue can. You know how it is when you wake up at 5:30, can’t sleep and make the mistake of going to work. To spice things up, and work through your hangover, you decide to use your mouse left-handed. You mis-spell something – in my case I spelt tenant as tennent. Before you know it, you’ve found a review of tramp juices. Your mind, cut off from oxygen due to festering fry ups sapping your haemoglobin, starts to wander. Four pack of Special Brew. Hmmm. Tennents Super and black. Yummm. But no, I’m only half way through lent. Must…….not……drink……..lager. Gneuuuuurrrgh. Thank God (Or ‘Dad’ as Jesus never claimed he was called) for White Lightning. Not sure how the temptation is going to be dealt with in Copenhagen this weekend.