The Canvey Island trip was loosely football related. I drank 8 cans of lager on the train and passed out and approximately 5.00. Fortunately, I caught my second wind at about 6.00 and managed to keep going until midnight. I'm fucking paying for it today, though - not just hangover, either. Genuine not-wellness. Serves me right for getting spasticarsholed.
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