So here's the thing.

It's past noon on a Thursday. There is work to be done, as there always is - a game review column, a Dave Navarro Celebrity Case File, a Lost Games Safari: Lords Of Creation, and any of various personal projects. But none of that's particularly pressing. And, more to the point, I haven't even launched Microsoft Word or Googledocs since I got up.

And, even more to the point, there's a fridge full of beer less than 50 steps from where I lay in bed, clad only in a "I READ PEOPLE AND I VOTE" T-shirt and black undies (trust me, it's a step up from what I was wearing 15 minutes ago).

So, given the lack of pressing work to do, my natural indolence and a surfeit of alcohol in convenient tin packages, why shouldn't I dedicate this sunny day to getting drunk?