Text message of the day

Received in the very early hours of Tuesday morning:

"Hey mudafucka. I just beat richard herring in a cider drinkoff to win 2nd place in an al murray pub quiz. Ive just vomed in a sink. Viva la revolucion!"

(Note the fact that I restrained from amusing myself by putting [sic] after the word "vomed"...)

Not spoken to the sender yet, and there's nothing on Herring's Warming Up blog to corroborate the story and provide more details. Perhaps that shouldn't be surprising, though - as someone who famously (notoriously?) hails from the West Country, he's unlikely to want to broadcast the fact that he suffered defeat in a "cider drinkoff".