Good day my fine friends here you see a picture of my usually exceptionally handsome and `oooh tooo cute` type chum looking a tad too tired for the purpose of pictorial posing unless, as some bounder has apparently done, for comic effect to my poor pals cost.

I queried said-pal as to why he sported a less than effervescent zing and promised my utmost discretion, that I could not rat on a pal, well, not for a paltry bounty, if he should disclose to my good self that twas the resultative of a night on the tiles after he had made a bid for freedom through the fenetre then slithered surreptitiously down the pipe that doubles for drainage purpose when this better use was not required.

I must state tis the folly of youth is burning the midnight oil and lack of slumber is the ruination of many a chap or chappette and has robbed and continues to do so, many a visage of its vital spark.

Thankfully my own handsomeness remains intact though I myself are often deprived of my sleep-de-beauty- but not to the reward of having a right old night time, no tis the curse of incessant self-chit-chat whilst in my dormant state.

Yes I can apparently natter the night away with no recollect at all, I have been known to hold lengthy debates, give award worthy speeches, tell myself jokes whilst simultaneously doubling up with uncontrollable girth gripping glee and have even partaken in more than a heated debate with myself resulting in a tussle type entanglement involving fisticuffs on no fewer than seven occasions that have all resulted in the, extreme displacement of the bed, destruction of numerous pillowed bags, various disfigurements to my person from incurring optical organs of various hues of purple, blacks and blues, an unsightly chipping of my dental array, a number of welts, a bloodied nose and on at least two occasions a mountainous range of swellings upon my head.  

Well transpired my bambino buddy was merely fatigued through non other than his obligatory baby-bound duty to wreak unholy household havoc throughout the night and further wreak wretchedness upon on his equally obligated-to-abide-to-his-bidding parental types and to be frank he was finding it a bit of a bind and would be much preferring a night in the land of nod than to be competing in a war of the wills.