My mind was infected by a thousand angry bees, they brainwashed me into chasing honey. I met Winnie the pooh, had an argument with him and ended up being shot by him in the stomach. I was then rushed to the nearest opticians to have my toenails removed. Finally an iron fell on my head and I woke up in Glasgow, where the native people hailed me as a divine entity.

I then went home to have hot chocolate