Ian O'Doherty: Ladies -- some handy household hints
One of the benefits of being a bit of a sociopath is that you can do horrible things, terrible things and then sleep like a baby at night -- by that I mean waking up screaming every three hours and soiling yourself.
But, on Monday, there I was, sitting on my couch, wearing nothing but boxers and a smile, horsing back the beers while watching the Military Channel (there's an image to haunt your dreams, and you can have it for free) and a strange feeling came over me.
Was it indigestion? Heartburn? Nausea brought on by pathological self-loathing?