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Followed by more drinking of a less expensive variety but, fuck it, it's Pride today, it's Shame tonight, and there's some cracking Live8 music as a backdrop at the moment. I'm sating myself on no-holds-barred raw Diet Coke at the moment but there are more bottles of bubbly chillin' in the fridge. Postponing the miserable self recrimination till tomorrow.
It's not the physical effects of hungoverness that gives me a problem in these middle-aged days, it's the blues that accompany the post-alcohol down. Drinking champagne does help with that though. Beer is a killer for hangovers. I kid myself that spirits are less diabolic but, as tomorrow will no doubt tell, that's just crap. |
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