It has to be this time last year....
*Sorry about the length*

On the final night of Leeds festival last year I found myself with just over a litre of the lowest quality ASDA Smart-price Vodka (or similar). Feeling that going home with any left would be a defeat and would reflect on me as a man I brought some cheap cola mixer and started drinking at about 11ish.

For the rest of the night I partied with friends and who ever else I met sipping this vodka-coke bile untill it all went into a bit on a blur.

I woke up still drunk and not feeling too well. I managed to pack up my tent and things, wrap my self up in a blanket and started the 2-3 mile walk to the lift home with a mate and his mum.

We stopped off just outside leeds at a service station Berger-king and cornershop combo on steroids. (lots of people, shouting kids, bright lights, noise)

I Staggered into the cornershop part to get some energy food to give me the stregth to get home. What I should of brought was a small bottle of water. What i did buy was a large pink milkshake (yazoo or similar) and some Haribo.
NOTE: when hungover NEVER buy pink milkshake and Haribo.
After downing the milkshake and eating some haribo sour mix we stated driving again.

After stressing the fact that i was fine and was only tired (i can never admit being drunk, stoned or hungover when asked)I startyed to get the hot sick feeling.

All I remember now is the car screeching from the fast lane to the hard shoulder, me opening the door (not even undoing the seat belt) leaning out and what seemed like a gallon of warm sticky bright pink vomit splashing onto the concrete acompanied by honking car horns of passing motorists.



Felt fine after that, even finished the haribo.
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