The God of acne smiled on me this morning and I liked what I saw when I looked in the mirror.
The God of weather didn't smile on Sheffield this afternoon. It rained heavily so I didn't attempt to meet Alice Cooper before his show.
The God of rock - Alice Cooper himself - put on a great performance this evening which I really enjoyed: http://s1105.photobu...mview=slideshow
The God of merchandise appreciated that I didn't have much money and so didn't tempt me to buy an Alice Cooper tour shirt.
The God of good timing made sure I was just quick enough to catch the last bus home, saving me from having to pay for a taxi.
The God of social outings was in a bad mood and decided I should be punished for daring to go out and have fun.
The God of acne then conspired with the God of social outings to hand out my punishment for this rare occurrence, striking me down for my sins with an impressive collection of five - yes FIVE - shockingly large, gross and equally sore pimples.