Increasingly, my hangovers
make me so brutally ill that the only cure is not to drink so much in the first place. In my hard drinking northern youth, however, they were solved by a pint of vimto and cheese on toast (or takeaway pizza) before bed, and a mammoth bacon sarnie in the morning. With brown sauce, for any other kind of sauce is sacrilege.

And I had a lovely weekend, cheers. Saw some mates in one of my favourite cities and spent a lot of money. Hurrah!
(berk, Mon 19 Jul 2010, 9:42, Reply)