In a bag of purchases from a fashionable Cheltenham boutique last Friday I discovered they had given me a free can of something called Red Bull Shot.
Now up until then I had never partaken of Red Bull in any form, shot or not. High on life, needs no artificial stimulants etc.
But I needed to know. So the other afternoon, just before my nap, I did. My good freaky deaky upside downside up again spinny wide-eyed for mercies sake why the blimey concentrate blink blink blink read write TV cook cinema kappow things to do list shop read paper in my lady's chamber (is that a metaphor, I think we should be ...) God. What in the name of e-numbers have I done? I now contain so much sugar I think I could sweeten your coffee by walking near it.
Never, ever again.