What's the point not drinking if you're still going to feel like shit the next day?

[f4f3]

Maybe it was a dodgy curry, or maybe my egg roll was underdone, but I'm feeling distinctly dodgy this morning. I feel like the the odds are as high as 50/50 that I'll vomit midway through any given conversation.

Dilemma is: do I head for the cottage, 90 miles away where there is no one but me, or 150 miles back down to Newcastle to be in the bosom of family? At the moment I'm thinking of option 3, which is curl up beneath the desk...

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Yeh, yeh, give us deh fooking droogs...